My Adonai is alive today,
He saved me, I go free,
I'm reminded daily,
What does it mean to me?
It means I can go to heaven,
It means I was in a sinful state,
It means by God's mercy,
For me, it's not to late.
What do I do about it?
When do I tell the crowd?
Oh no, I shrink behind it,
Quiet, when I should be loud.
I thank the Lord daily for saving me,
But what about the others?
Shall they never see?
Shall I never tell them?
I cringe if it will be,
What has happened to my boldness,
That God once gave to me?