What a perfect web you weave Placed to cloud my eyes I wipe away awkward silences with longing words In the end there will be words crashing and knees bowing Now numb the consequences and repent Scream with the sound of a thousand nails being driven through your palms Oh Lord, behold my imperfections I long to see the day when I kneel before you with a servants heart Humilty recieves what truth preclaims In the end there will be words crashing and knees bowing In the end there will be words crashing and knees bowing Oh Lord, behold my imperfections Sustain my heart Grant me the heart of a servant Sustain my heart
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