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by Gregory W Golden Dec 15, 2007 category : Life, society / faith, religion
Forgive me father, For I have sin Thy soul drifts gently, like the wind Pluck out the eyes Then, what shall we see Cut off thy hands Then, what shall we touch Cut out my heart Then, love diminished from thee I lived my life in total obsession Now, I offer you this humble confession