From Six Years Ago
Pity me this way, O Lord:
Pity me not! But take your sword
And probe me deep beneath the skin
That smoothly covers over sin.
Spare me not for shrinking cry;
I will not live until I die.
Pity me this way, O Lord:
Pity me not! But take your sword
And probe me deep beneath the skin
That smoothly covers over sin.
Spare me not for shrinking cry;
I will not live until I die.
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