Lord i come in desperate plea
To take our cross and never do flee
Renouncing all of my worlds glee
Ev'n when my life is one such spree
For at this point appear, i have come
Saying 'the cups passing would be fun
Yet so none ne but your will be done'
As i wait lord your kingdom come
To haunt the greedy self man down
Uproot her tree, so leaf go brown
And like you, take you the cross throughout town
To the desert where your fountain flows down.
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