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Oh Father, how many times will I have to confess.
The more sight that’s given back,
The more I see that I’m a mess.
Back when I was blind, I thought that I was fine,
But now I sprint because I see I’m far from the vine.
For too many years, without knowledge I have sinned,
To mix waters of life with pagan poisons.
I thought to find my wealth through traditions of man,
Thinking, perhaps, there may have been God in them.
But what Christian trades your faith for superstition?
What folly, it was to keep false gods by your Son,
In the mansions of my soul where only you and I belong,
So when I declared our faith, I bared false witness.
Only you can know how much your blood I’ve spilled.
Surely, surely Lord, I deserve to be killed.
But praise you, God, for your holy love.
Your mercies from above give us time to repent,
So when we pass from life to death,
From death to life we’re sent.
So since I’m still alive, Lord let me pray,
For the remainder of my days,
Free me from all pagan ways!
My ways aren’t your ways,
But help them be your ways,
So I can say, “Christ lives inside me.”
My thoughts aren’t your thoughts,
But help them be your thoughts,
So I can say, “Christ’s faith is my faith.”
In all that we do, let us be as you,
Christ and your saints.
Let dance as you,
Love as you,
Do all things as you.
Amen.