You brought me out of my shame
Lived to die as I ought
spilled blood to ignite a flame
a flame from above
a gift of life, a gift of love
This pardon goes beyond shame
frees your hert; an' clears your name
sets my joy firm
and my ignorance starts to learn
Thursday, December 2, 2010
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