Daughter to the Son of Man
Glitter Angel Graphics
I was born on a Wednesday,
But my life didn’t begin until one Sunday
When I gave my soul to Him.
It was when I heard the preacher ask are you ready to receive Him
As Lord of your life?
I couldn’t wait to raise my hand, I could no longer carry the burden of sin.
I raised my hand feeling a sudden tingle shoot straight through my hand,
That bolt sent me to my knees as I burst into tears feeling the instant change of forgiveness.
I knew that day that I would never be the same again.
I was born on a Wednesday,
But my life didn’t begin until one Sunday
When I gave my soul to Him.
I was born in the lower class,
But when I received Him I was transformed to the upper class.
Drinking from a crystal glass.
I was no longer a sister to the pusher man,
I was the daughter to the Son of Man.
By Patricia Kriegel
© 2009 Patricia Kriegel
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