Thine Presence, unfit me
Indescribable, The emptiness I feel
The know that from thy path, I have strayed
For now in your sanctuary, I feel utterly dismayed
In thine anger, chastise me not
For with guilt, my soul is wrought
May I ask that you purge me
For a clean slate, I pray thee
Pass me not o gentle Saviour
For without you, I am Nought
All I am and will e'er be is thine aforethought
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selah
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