Deep within my heart there lies
Scars and pains and mournful cries—
Scars from hurtful men around,
Pains from tumbling to the ground;
Cries from both - a wrenching sound.
All along my path so clear
Are the traps of sin I fear —
Traps laid down by wicked men,
Sinful paths to where I’ve been -
Fearful dark and evil den.
Even with temptation strong,
Still for helping hands I long —
Hands that take me from old path,
Hands that keep me from your wrath,
Hands that wash in crimson bath.
Earthly hands are what I know,
But I need hands not here below —
Hands that will redeem my life,
Hands to clear away my strife -
Hands that cut with holy knife.
Cut me deep to clear my name;
Cut away my sin and shame.
Take from me my shame so deep,
Give me righteous tears to weep.
Lead my feet to holy keep.
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