Hearing Your kind call, I return before You.
Your words enlighten, I see my corruption.
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I’ve often been cold to You, hurt and saddened You,
hard-hearted, rebelled, left You alone.
Why is Your love for man repaid with pain?
I hate my hard heart and my deep corruption.
Filthy, unworthy to see You, of Your love.
I am such a rebellious person,
how could I know Your heart, see Your love?
Your love is so real, I owe You so much.