Just passing through this life To learn to obey This blade of grass I am Withers away I am not my own This temple stands so tall Formed out of clay Dust to dust will return The spirit is raised I am not my own It's not here I belong No need for this body of flesh and bone No need for an altar or temple of stone Wherein your treasure is Your...Learn More

Tied down to the ways of the past Shackled to the memories that still last Sometimes it's hardest to forgive yourself For the things you've done Jesus will forgive that sin The second your prayer has begun Held down by the guilt that's rulin' you Prisoner of the things you can't undo The chains to your past must be broken It's time you set your...Learn More