I lost another one. He offered more than I gave. Not even the greatest pleasures in the world could convince them to stay.
Another one is gone by the persuasion of the cross and the blood.
God saved another one from my fiery torment, deep remorse and shame.
Oh how I would’ve tormented them from beyond the grave.
Another one slipped from my hands as I watched God and the angels rejoice for them.
Oh spare me from saying the name. It brings me fear and hate.
God has more than I will ever give. I just thought that one would always be too oblivious to it to be saved.
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