Agony of the soul
When my spirit grows cold
The bloody remedy
Is the only melody
I need.
Suffering in the heart
Sin stained and apart
From Father-God's embrace
Fallen short of grace
I will die.
Why am I but man
Failing-I can not understand
The oldness inside
When God has cried
Over my pain.
Why am I so dead
For me your blood was shed
Hope withers in death
I need your loving breath
To be restored.
To be restored again.
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