And if I am to stand
I won’t push myself up
By my two filthy hands
Palms pushing earth pushing palms.
If these words must erupt,
Control the burn and balm.
Write this story, and if need be
Use me-
For Your glory.
And if I am to stand
I won’t push myself up
By my two filthy hands
Palms pushing earth pushing palms.
If these words must erupt,
Control the burn and balm.
Write this story, and if need be
Use me-
For Your glory.
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