Listen to MP3 (Recorded on Pilgrim 2007) It seems like a long, long time ago When I was just a little baby No thoughts of others but my own Feed me, hold me, and change me But a bit of water and His words Made a different person out of me From then on I desired to learn The steps of Him who saved me Yet quite a bit immature I’ve done many things all wrong And as a teenager I wondered Will I ever make it home? Oh Lord I cannot, I cannot make it on my own In this dark, cold world of sin With every breath and struggle in my life I need Your help to fight and win... Lord help me win Now it’s a peculiar struggle Between powers yet unseen Still it still feels just like a battle Where only my side feels weak For all these years I have hoped for An end to all the suffering Hope seems too much at times to reach for When there’s seems no hope for me But I can’t give up quite yet For wars aren’t fought on one’s own And how much would I that day regret To stand before my Maker unknown Written by Neal Radichel (copyright 4.19.2006) Words based on Romans 7:18-25 and Titus 3:3-7 Violin - Aaron Gullerud Child - Titus Radichel