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Past Hurts

I have past hurts I can't erase,
And shame and guilt that's hard to face.

I've done things that now, I know are wrong,
But at the time I went along.

Mistakes of the past knock at my door,
But they're mistakes I don't make any more.

When Satan says, "Look back at what you've done."
Lord, help me into your arms run.

Don't let Satan pull me down,
Erase my smile and make me frown.

Help me always to run to you,
For I know you will see me through.

Your blood I know is sufficient for me,
It covers my past and sets me free.

So the past I now give to you,
Lead and guide me in all I do.

Copyright © 2004 Naomi Shea

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