Father I'm sorry for being the way I am.
A sinful wretch who doesn't deserve,
The blood from the blessed Lamb.
Who came to Earth to serve.
Father I've been disobedient,
And have disappointed you, too.
How can I be the child of the Radiant?
How can a wretch be made anew?
And the Father answered.
“My child do not weep.
For haven't you of the Shepherd?
Who cares for the wretched sheep?
Jesus my Son shall give you peace,
And carry away your sinful fleece!”
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