My past sins,
as I woke to win,
a grin
fans out upon my rosy cheeks,
grim future,
but ill pay for peace,
strides of weary feet,
legs are broken,
but still pressing forward,
oh Lord set me free
Annul my sins and let me be,
eternity with you,
my divinity.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
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