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Bryan Andrews

Matthew 7:1

 

Matthew 7:1


This old 6 string has heard me say things I'd never say to another man
It was the Grace I'd find when I was skinned alive by the fire in the devil's hand
And some folks think that a man like me could never be saved
They thought I was haunted by the secrets that I'd take with me to my grave

So I'll ride until my soul shows it's bones
Yeah, I'll ride until my flesh is dead and gone
And I'll lay my head softly on this pinewood
And plead my case to the only man who could save me

I've spent too much time trying to prove them right and that's an ugly truth
I just thought that I might as well die by the bine of my own tooth
And I'm labelled as a sinner, yeah, my past is blood stained red
But the man who judges me now ain't the man that'll judge me when I'm dead

So I'll ride until my soul shows it's bones
Yeah, I'll ride until my flesh is dead and gone
And I'll lay my head softly on this pinewood
And plead my case to the only man who could save me

Some folks think that a man like me could never be saved
They thought I was haunted by the secrets that I'd take with me to my grave

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