I know that I am man,
Made from dust, in the womb, by your hand.
Please remember your creation,
Over look my mistakes once again,
Bring me into your house, for I seek shelter.
The war continues around me,
The battle and clash ring.
I remember your promises, your words to your servants,
That you care and see all our hurts.
You do only good for your purposes
You cannot change course.
Sweep me away then in your currents
And rescue me away from the evil burdens.
No one else can, no one else will.
I sing, yes with my voice, with your peoples' assembly.
I do, I utter the songs of saints in glee.
To my shame I report your glorious ways,
For any that might hear, see, and pray.
What story can I tell if you leave me abandoned?
As you see fit to bring Your name high, so you do,
I am only man,
I am a man that seeks after your virtue.
Please show kindness to what you have made?
Protect, defend, and prosper my way.
Then those who shame me because of Your report can see,
You are a God, holy, worthy, and all powerful, through-out eternity.
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