Let hymns of thanksgiving and cries of sorrow
have mercy on me.
Make perfect imperfect.
Joy in my heart
is doomed to die
in your kingdom.
You have chosen
your protection of
your wings
to shelter weakness
for there is no good.
Almighty,
Let my words be understood
as they are meant.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
Let hymns of thanksgiving and cries of sorrow
have mercy on me.
Make perfect imperfect.
Joy in my heart
is doomed to die
in your kingdom.
You have chosen
your protection of
your wings
to shelter weakness
for there is no good.
Almighty,
Let my words be understood
as they are meant.
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