I was lost. I was desperate and broken. Wounded heart. And the wounds were still open. That's the way You found me. Turn the page. By Your hand. Yesterday washed away as You write in the sand. My accusers. Where are they? One by one in the silence they all walk away. And I will worship You for.
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