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Batter
My Heart
Batter my heart, three personal God;
For You but knock and breathe and shine,
Your force to break and blow and burn and make me new.
I labor to admit You, but oh, to no end;
Your viceroy in me, I should defend,
But is captived or proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love You and would be love fair,
But am betrothed to Your disdain.
Divorce me, untie me, or break me; break that knot again.
Here I am, Lord.
Can You hear my cry?
I am waiting in the dead of night.
I've been searching for my soul without a light,
Won't You find me?
Take me to Your side.
For I never shall be free,
Except You enthrall me, No, I shall never be chaste;
Except You ravish me.
Here I am, Lord.
Can You hear my cry?
I am waiting in the dead of night.
I've been searching for my soul without a light,
Won't You find me?
Take me to Your side.
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