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- Nov 2, 2009
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The rubbish presses on your back
As you head for the cross
The things that fill your heavy sack
You're desperate to toss
The burden of your sinful life
Is weighing on your mind
But soon you'll drop it on the ground
And leave your sins behind.
The blood of Jesus cleanses you
As you express your sorrow
A new creation you've become
At least until tomorrow
And as you learn about the One
Who's given you this chance
Your weary,laden,stumbling walk
Will turn into a dance.
As you head for the cross
The things that fill your heavy sack
You're desperate to toss
The burden of your sinful life
Is weighing on your mind
But soon you'll drop it on the ground
And leave your sins behind.
The blood of Jesus cleanses you
As you express your sorrow
A new creation you've become
At least until tomorrow
And as you learn about the One
Who's given you this chance
Your weary,laden,stumbling walk
Will turn into a dance.
