We use words like forgive and love
Yet we harbor resentment and hate
In spite the power given from above
Each step we take seals our own fate
Stubbornness has made us blind
Our lives filled with confusion
Compassion's so hard to find
Peace seem to be an illusion
Now in this old world we see
How so many have suffered loss
But if we ever expect to be free
We must be willing to die at the cross
Written by Ronnie Enoch
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