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take from me
these soiled streams
these tired limbs (still reaching)
cleanse with me the river
that I love

breathe to my surrender –
light into my light
whenever tired
my crying eyes to see

beyond this place –
where I am whole
beyond what others worry
– am I to be made holy
by you(r hands)

from that which was
the best remains (by grace)
the truth remembers
as love to fill me
(this I know)

your soul –
as one (I am)