My soul trembles at the thought,
That the Maker of the universe,
Loves me dearly, whom He wrought,
I wait in anguish, longing still,
But You're just so far away,
Perfection so beyond my grasp,
All I can do is pray,
Forgive me, Father, Holy God,
Defiled sinner that I am,
Cleanse my lips, heal my heart,
Break these chains that bind my hands,
Lord, I know I'm so unworthy,
But if You can use me still,
Then may these hands and feet serve You,
And do only as You will.
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