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MOTV Dec 2015
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.

— The End —