“Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God,
Have mercy on me, the sinner”

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Up early in the morning to pray
At the hour we can still half believe
Our dreams and that the sun
Still comes up after the darkness

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Like an invalid by the roadside
Almost unable to rise up from bed
We grasp our rope to pull ourselves
Knowing he’s holding the other end

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We sit between the Pharisee and
The Publican, trying not to feel
Superior to both of them and
Looking neither to heaven or hell

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Gently fingering our soft beads
Like it was the fringe on his robe
Because we just cannot bleed more
And we need his blood to heal us

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Let the beads held in our palms
Be nail-heads piercing our flesh
Holding us fast to our crosses
So we can cry, Remember me