Thursday, October 23, 2008

With Lifted Hands


With lifted hands I bow
As my spirit nears Your Holy Throne

Purify my heart
Cleanse my hands
They're stained again

Cleanse me, Oh God!
This earth leaves stains on my soul

It's easier
To embrace despair
Than to keep fighting for hope

But Hope, irrepressible
Rises up

Your bloody hand
Touches mine
May I cover it with tears?

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