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| Upon My Face You saw the sorry state of man The punishment he faced; In pity you devised a plan Sin's debt your blood erased. Upon my face I seek you, Lord Your servant in disgrace; Your word 'tis true a mighty sword Heart pierced I seek your grace. So quick to judge, forgiveness slow This heart please cleanse, I pray; Your gentle love help me to show To all along the way. Too much my mind dwells on myself For fading things I lust; Too long your Book sits on my shelf Collecting webs of dust. Refreshing Spring please satiate This parched and barren land; Restore again that blissful state Bestowed by your own hand. O, Sovereign God, Exhalted King Before your throne I bow; Forevermore my soul shall sing The mercies you endow. Copyright 11/99, Denise Corbley Snyder |
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