Life is a lot like litter,
We all carry trash from our past.
To avoid the stink of our pain,
We need to discard of it, and fast.
To avoid the stink of our pain,
We need to discard of it, and fast.
Communities are called to pick up,
Even the litter that’s not their own.
We all need the help of another,
For the job's too hard to do alone.
When we choose to hoard our trash,
And not dispose of our dirty litter.
It will attract the maggots of sin,
And turn our pained trash bitter.
God calls us to give him our trash,
To turn the ashes of them to beauty.
For only He can recycle our pain,
And forgive us when we’re guilty.
Give God our black bags of pain,
Nail them to His cross of freedom.
This will clean and lighten our load,
And give us joy to enter His Kingdom.
Even the litter that’s not their own.
We all need the help of another,
For the job's too hard to do alone.
When we choose to hoard our trash,
And not dispose of our dirty litter.
It will attract the maggots of sin,
And turn our pained trash bitter.
God calls us to give him our trash,
To turn the ashes of them to beauty.
For only He can recycle our pain,
And forgive us when we’re guilty.
Give God our black bags of pain,
Nail them to His cross of freedom.
This will clean and lighten our load,
And give us joy to enter His Kingdom.
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