Lord we are phoney, Thy mountains we trangress
The hearts are not bonny, Thy rules they digress
Lord we are not perfect, We must err
Our heart desires we picked, Thy righteousness we deter
Lord show us light, Thy mercy we beseech
And no matter how tight, Thy promise shall not breech
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