A Cry For New Life
Herein today, I bow my head.
I Lift my hands, stretched up
High to the heavens. I deeply
Humble myself. Of prime to ask,
Let it be your eyes to thoroughly
Discern my heart and save my soul.
For they are not ideal. They are like
A glass washed with water of filth
but still seems like a glass washed
With pure...
I Lift my hands, stretched up
High to the heavens. I deeply
Humble myself. Of prime to ask,
Let it be your eyes to thoroughly
Discern my heart and save my soul.
For they are not ideal. They are like
A glass washed with water of filth
but still seems like a glass washed
With pure...