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May the word of God find a place in my heart
And hold together all of it’s fallen parts
From the dark plains may it raise me above
Far into the sky to fly like a fleeing dove
May it give me the wings to fly to the freedom land
Far away from the touch of the devil’s hand
And so in my escape may it show me the path
And so of my arrive may it give me the oath
For the devil I’ve slaved enough to know I was wrong
His feet I have  washed, his songs I've sung
Like the mist rising from the valleys below
My spirit is wandering, my legs are slow
And yet my pain is too much to bear
In the gashing fangs of the devil’s snare
I’ve heard you more than once calling out my name
But to hear or not to hear was all the same
I was but a slave and it didn’t bother me 
Until to this day  that I long to be free
And now on me may you turn your eyes
And consider my confession a free of lies
Am sorry my Lord I have come torn into pieces
Torn by the world and it’s sinful services
Dirty as I look in the shell of shame
Naked as I’ve come register my name
Re-teach me your ways I once defied
Get me to the path from which I defected
My going was entirely of my free will
My return Of course is the same still
In the service of the devil I have measured my worth
And regretted of your love I let to pass
But from now, never shall it be the same story
From you to run away in search of false glory.

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