Lord, You sustained me with Your holy bread,
Though I am vulgar to my inmost heart.
Though I'm an outlaw, hated, left for dead,
Yet You have said that I am set apart.
Lord, make me zealous for Your righteous deeds,
That without fail, Your purpose I pursue.
Yet keep me from the way of Pharisees,
With mercy saturating all I do.
I am a fool, no path I take is wise,
I looked for refuge in my foeman's tent.
In fear I cloaked my history in lies,
Endangering the lives of innocent.
Yet You saw fit to help and prosper me,
Infusing vulgar with Your sanctity.
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