A sinners Prayer

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What doth lie in the midst of mine heart? Tis' the colour of hate, The shade of pride. This thing called sin fills my being. LORD make this sin not my fate. In ev'ry part o' me does it bide.
I'm the real synner, the first and the only. Don't try to be the winner. This competition can be lonely.   See - we can't honestly compete if we accept that we all play in the same song.
Heavy hearted I can barely breath Some how it seems like you're choking me... With lies and deceit That you do I hope and pray I do not lose my life..... Which you wanted to control
I'm amazed every day by the things you do.... When all goes wrong ..I lift my head and look to you For all the things you've gotten me through i knowest not what else to do?
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