The Leper's Cry

Will I be made Clean?
Will I be made whole?
From this cancer on my soul

What will it take to make me hate
Will I have the will to say no to the pill
To the stench of lust or the grisly alcohol
The icky tobacco that puts tarnish on my soul

I looked to the grace that took my place
And to the holiness that is from above
It smiled on me, It rained for me
And forgot in mercy the sin that overtook me

So will I be greatful and that much more thankful
So will I sing an Ode to the mercies of the Lord
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