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Lord:  Love, Mercy and the eternal infinite

suggest a triangular aspect of Your nature;

as flaws, fallacy, and a multitude of mundane sins

coalesce in my dismally finite nature.

I have nothing to offer you; it is all yours, anyhow.

Walls of sin, raised by enticements to sin,

keep me separated unto myself.

So You have offered Yourself to me:

trampling down and defeating my death by Your Death;

sealing my life in the glory of Your Resurrection; the

promise of Salvation You died to ensure, the

gift of life You rose from that tomb to provide.

Starward