i read about them mocking you
my heart recoils—how could they do
this horror, travesty, desecration?
then it hits me, my devastation:
my sin is spit on you
my sin is spit on you
`
(forgive us our trespasses)
finding the light beyond the clouds
i read about them mocking you
my heart recoils—how could they do
this horror, travesty, desecration?
then it hits me, my devastation:
my sin is spit on you
my sin is spit on you
`
(forgive us our trespasses)
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