Roll Back the Curtain

The things that I love and hold dear to my heart,

They are just borrowed, They are not mine at all,

Jesus only let me use them

To brighten my life,

So remind me, remind me, dear Lord.

Roll back the curtain of memory now again,

Show me where you brought me from

And where I could have been,

Remember I'm a human and humans forget,

So remind me, remind me, dear Lord.

Nothing good have I done

To deserve God's own Son,

I'm not worthy of the scars In His hands,

Yet he chose the road to Calvary,

To die in my stead why He loved me,

I cannot understand.

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