I wish I could hide behind a mask.
Shake off that dreadful guilt
That is like poison before me.
I wish I could erase
A shameful memory, that past sin.
It fills me with regrets, and tears.
My life, my heart, my soul
Will never be the same again.
I asked the shadow to conceal it.
I have no glory in me.
But my Savior's blood has made me worthy.
My shame remains, but my ransom has been paid.
I've been set free.
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