With our new school year starting on Monday,
and Fall getting revved up,
I can't help but recall,
what things looked like a year ago...
and how quickly they grow...
Into young men.
Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to the cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Savior, or I die.
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