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Forsworn am I, yet doomed to die, Lest I deny myself and cast off my pride, Humbling myself in His righteous eye. My path is clear, but I can't move forward, Held back by myself, ensnared in my fear. Unworthy and hypocritical, I throw myself at Your mercy as I make my petition; "Please, raise this prodigal son from perdition."
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Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
Prodigal Son
Forsworn am I, yet doomed to die, Lest I deny myself and cast off my pride, Humbling myself in His righteous eye. My path is clear, but I can't move forward, Held back by myself, ensnared in my fear. Unworthy and hypocritical, I throw myself at Your mercy as I make my petition; "Please, raise this prodigal son from perdition."
ethan-titus
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Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
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