Where now the fangs of yesteryear
That pinned us to the dust,
Reminding us of all our failures,
Weaknesses and lusts?

All shattered by a holy cry
As He hung on the cross,
And all I thought enormous gain
Is now but minor loss.

The ghosts that haunt our murky past
Now give us different pause;
To treasure His abundant love,
His mercy and His cause.

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