Father, thank you!
For taking my seed of death,
For using it to produce a harvest of life.
Father, you're the only one who can use my strife,
Redeem it and turn it into a source of life,
Only you know how to,
Only you know what to do,
There's no other but you,
Who else would I run to?
With all my mistakes, flaws, and every single thing I go through?
This is why I show up and present it to you.
It's the only way a wicked man can bear good fruit.
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