IT DOESN'T MATTER

It doesn't matter where you've been
Or what you think you've done,
For it wasn't for the "righteous"
That God sent His only Son.

 It doesn't matter how unclean you feel,
Or how lonely or afraid –
For it was for the lost and broken-hearted
That His sacrifice was made.

It doesn't matter where you go,
You can't hide your heart from Him,
Because He will always seek you out
Though the place be dark and dim.

So don't be discouraged, don't despair,
For He's calling out your name,
And it doesn't matter who you are,
He loves you just the same.

 If you reach out your hands to Him right now,
And say "Father, please forgive!"
Satan will no longer have you bound
And a new life you can live.

 For since God sent His only Son
To die on the cross for your sin,
It doesn't matter what you've done
Once you have asked Him in.

He'll wash you whiter than the snow,
With the blood His Son shed for you,
And you need no longer be afraid,
For His promises are true.

So bow your head and lift your hands
To your Father waiting up above,
And He will fill you with His peace
And His never-ending love.

Copyright © 1998 Christine Chipman.  All rights reserved.

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