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Mea culpa, mea culpa,
Through my fault I've sinned.
In my words, in my thoughts,
In what I’ve failed to do and done.
But God if it be pleasing to your will,
Wouldst thou fix this contrite heart?
For through my fault I’ll be weak until,
You give the Word and I am healed.
And why! Such pitiful words!
Pride sends my eyes to Job,
To dig my ground and stake my hope.
But there’s no man like He,
Certainly not me
Who prattles on in prayer
To be saved from light sufferings,
What's more, to be saved from greater sins!
No, Job was perfect, Lord,
But I am like a worm.
Yet even so, as thou hast gifted grace,
I pray you lift me from the dirt
And wash my iniquities,
So I may sup with thee
And sing eternally,
That thou hast done it,
Gave me more than twice more,
Of your grace no man can earn!
Pray I cling to you Lord,
Pray I sin no more.
Pray it's done by the prayers of your Son.
Amen.