The lie of being human, that I cannot help
but sin,
Is satan pushing through the door and I just
let him in.
God and his adversary, both know my heart
and it's desire;
I let satan have his way and called my Lord
a liar.
For I lie not to myself, nor the one I tell
them to,
I lie to my Redeemer and call his truth's
untrue.
To the liar I have become, I beg forgiveness
to rain upon my heart,
To give me yet another day, my lies a truth
to start.
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