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Thorn Heart

Oh broken lamb, with bones that wail.
Virtues of pain and sacrifice.
Frail soul, thorn heart, dear son of God.
For salvation, you paid the price.


The righteousness of sin do brag.
Of salient deeds done in the dark..
The manifold works of the flesh.
Speaks of conquests of minds turned black.


Of victories 'stablished by dead men.
Of grey tears shed in failures glen.
Of depression, of emptiness.
That floods the weary hearts of men.


Oh broken lamb, with bones that wail.
Virtues of pain and sacrifice.
Frail soul, thorn heart, dear son of God.
For salvation, you paid the price.


Many are they, who once had faith.
But went astray with the whirlwinds.
That blows the heart to vanity.
And brings it to profanity.


To toil in farm-fields of its sin.
And reap the fruits buried within.
When life redeems the end of death.
And judgement of all then is set.


Dear broken lamb, with bones that wail.
In tears of pain and sacrifice.
We thank you for the price you paid.
Thorn heart, meek soul, dear Son of God.


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