My Beloved Lord

Sweet Immanuel, My sorrow of pain. O, my heart wracked within, I am undone. I am a shameful that my soul is convicted.Oh Yeshua my Savior. Shameful but My Sweet Sorrow. Oh agony who I tearful repent and embarrassing. My pain in my heart, my indeed is unbearable.O, Abba my Abba, I ask sin, please wash me in hyssop and the Blood of the Righeous One and I will be clean.
Make me a heart that white as snow of YHVH.
And will my mouth will come forth and praise your majesic forever more.

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