How can I reach the lost, Lord?
What else can I say?
I’ve tried so hard to let them know,
Through your blood, they can be saved.  

I was sinking so deep in sin.
I didn’t want to let you in.
But, you reached down, deep inside,
And took away my foolish pride.  

You made me see, though I was lost,
My sins you bore upon the cross.
While I was weeping soft and low,
You washed my sins as white as snow.  

Now, help me be your witness, Lord,
For other’s who are lost
And help them see, as You’ve shown me,
Their sins nailed to the cross.  

© 2002 by Vickie Lambdin vlambdin@2geton.net  

I am the living bread, which came down from Heaven: if any man eat of this bread, he shall live forever: and the bread that I give is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world.   John 6: 51