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Outliving Legalism (presented without comment)
Jesus tolerates me, this I know
My childhood preacher told me so
So in my shame and in my fear
I tried my best not to get too near
His Jesus knew me in and out
And marked me up for every doubt
Kept careful tally of all my sins
So it would be clear why I didn’t get in
But through all the laws that preacher laid
He failed to tell that my debt was paid
By righteous ransom – How could that be?
Then I heard You whisper, “Come to me . . .”
Yes, Christ, You saved this heart of mine
You healed it holy, now I’m wholly Thine
And when I still struggle to believe
You are rest and peace and certainty
