Your thoughts are not my thoughts,
I am your humbled servant,
Your ways are not my ways,
In your hands my strength is fervant.
On mighty one! Hear my words,
I write with prayer and supplication with thanksgiving,
For iniquity is a constant tug,
And I beg to join the enternal ranks of the living.
How is it you are pure love, my Lord,
That you may forgive even me, the most wretched,
You sent your only son to die,
To make us all your most blessed.
Your thoughts are not my thoughts,
And your ways are not my ways,
I am cursed on Earth in my flesh,
But forgiven all the rest of my days.
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