Lord My God
Am I not Jerusalem?
Did I not give myself to many?
I chose to lay with wolves
And apart from you was broken;
I confessed my great transgressions,
You were quick to forgive and bless me
And bring me to remembrance of
The Word that You have spoken.
My soul does pant for You;
I confess I've been impatient
My heart was snared, my Jealous God,
But I give it now to You.
From in the womb, You taught me wisdom;
Even then, You spoke Your Name.
You are my faithful Lord and Healer,
You wash me clean and make me new.
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