I once was young but now I'm old But I've kept the stories O was told About a child, destined for a tree Who came to save the likes of me Oh there were times I started and fell Far from the grace, learned from the well Of right and wrong, of peace and fear And every thing I should hold dear The journey's long and time takes time, Then there's the will, a friend of mine Who gets me in and out of things Except the ones that stick and sting Some I still live with day to day And hard to keep, their wrong at bay. How God can find me in the slough When times get hard and things get tough But blood for blood says Jesus still And his shed was God's own will. I'll need it til my dying day, against the world and it's dismay Because I once was young but now I'm old, And kept the stories I was told About a child destined for a tree Who came to save the likes of me.
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