Lord, let me light for you
A candle.
The wind will blow it out.
Let me prepare for you, Lord,
A tabernacle.
Moth and rust destroy.
Then let me, Lord, adorn a cross
With sapphires and rubies.
Thieves break in and steal.
So let me come to you, Lord,
Just as I am.
Accepted.
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