Joy of my heart
Truth of my mind
Delight of my soul
My everything
my lame heart will rebel again
my mind will soon forget
and my sinful soul will darken itself
who will save me from my wretched self?
who would condescend so far,
so low,
arms wide,
feet sprinting at the speed of love?
whom have i in heaven but You?
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