THE DEAREST IDOL

The world may deny 

Your choice to believe

The love of the one who rather choose to bleed

The world may deny 

Your choice to believe

The love of the one who rather choose to bleed

Than loosing one of the flock 

Crying out for a savior

Than loosing one of the flock 

Crying out 

Crying out for mercy

But This world is not listening to understand it will listen to reply 

 

And you can kill yourself – but that doesn ’t mean you have to stop living

I had an old self that I killed

So start believing

If they can not see the wrongs in themselves, they will never see the right in you

So  stop looking for happiness in the same place you found pain

 

What peacefull hours I once enjoyed

How sweet their memory still

But they left an aching void

The world can never fill

 

Where is the blessing I knew,

when I first saw the lord

Where is the soul refreshing view

Where is the soul refreshing view

Of Jesus and his word

 

The dearest idol I have known

Whatever that idol be

Help me to tear it from thy throne

and to worship only you 

tear it from thy throne

Help me to tear me from my throne

 

Return, o holy Dove, return

Sweet messenger of rest

I hate the sins that made you mourn

And drove you from my chest

So shall my walk be close with you

Calm and serene my frame

So purer light shall mark the road

 

That leads me to the lamb

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