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Feb 2017
What must I do to finally get by,
All of my secret avoidable crimes?
Why do I
keep tearing myself up from the inside,
Over these things,
Which from my soul wrings,
Every drop of spiritual water your mercy brings?
A single act of disobedience as small as a grain of sand,
Is enough to build the beach
that separates me
from you like
The oceans from dry land.
Help me to be what im supposed to be,
Because without you im a ship lost at sea...
Written by
Zach Taylor
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