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I asked the Lord to show me my
wounds that haven’t healed.
Show me my prejudices.
Show me my sins.

I wrote this down.
It’s perpetual.
He won’t stop answering.

Oh lamentations!
No excuses, walk on through.
No excuses, walk on through.

It’s a slimy pit.
Lord, help me out of the mud and mire.
I asked and you delivered.

Oh lamentations!
No excuses, walk on through.
No excuses, walk on through.

Forgive and be forgiven.
The truth will set you free.
Peace you can’t imagine.

Oh grace!
Walk with the Spirit.
Walk with the Spirit.

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