Father, forgive us, woe is me.
I live my life in impurity.
We think the aim is just to have fun,
there is none that is good, no, not even one.
You assure us that we are known,
we feel constantly alone.
You offer up grace,
to have it thrown back in your face.
You send mercies anew,
we don't believe you.
What can wash away my sins?
nothing but the blood of Jesus.
As Thanksgiving approaches, help us, Lord Jesus to utter praises from our lips. For if it were not for Your sacrifice, they would remain but unclean. You really are who you say, and we are astounded. Astound us yet again.
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