Lord,
With lifted hands I bow
As my spirit nears Your Holy Throne
Holy
Purify my heart
Cleanse my hands
They're stained again
Stained
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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