Who can understand his errors?
Cleanse thou me from secret faults.
Psalm 19:12 KJV
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The times that we meander from the Lord
Cannot be counted with our mortal mind.
No matter how we keep our virtue stored
The thieves of sin get in and steal us blind.
Some vain and shameful thoughts just can’t be stopped,
And oh, the words we wish we could take back!
Tis easier to have the ocean mopped
Than to recall the times we’ve gone off track.
Dear God, forgive us of our many sins,
The endless march of wrongs we perpetrate.
Your Grace, sufficient done, our prayer begins
With faith upon the cross to set it straight.
We can’t remember all the sins we’ve done.
Please cleanse us of our faults, Lord, through the Son.
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