Forge in me a life
That dies for every sin
But lives for every hope
As to a wreckage
Burned, mangled
And head bowed down
Then as to a beast of burden
At dawn watching
The break of light
When Master would ready
A day of grazing
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
Forge in me a life
That dies for every sin
But lives for every hope
As to a wreckage
Burned, mangled
And head bowed down
Then as to a beast of burden
At dawn watching
The break of light
When Master would ready
A day of grazing
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