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You do not know my soul,

Though it seem so plain to see.

Its stained black by the light

You wrongly know in me.



i could not tell its color,

For no abyssal can be seen.

Like ocean depths of hollow night,

With hate it seems to teem



i live upon men's praise

Though day by day i die

My truth i now betray

My mind knows naught but lie



Curse Me! Hate me!

This i deserve, i am not a man!

You could not know my careless sin

And love me as i am.



Can You hear my muffled scream

Of self-sung dying dirge?

Do you know the truth within,

Yet give forgiving words?



How can i accept that

Which i turn from day by day:

Was it for me you did this?

By death You made the way?



Tell me naught of love,

i deserve no blinded thing

Or could You truly be so blind,

My gracious, loving King?



My soul drowns in redemption

My darkness, dead today.

I will follow You, My Lord,

'Til Your glory comes to stay



I weakly ask of you, My Life,

One thing I meekly pray.

That I will learn to love you more

With every passing day.