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There is no temptation

You can’t help me overcome.

So why do I continue to fall?



I fell at Your bleeding feet;

the holes punctured

this broken heart of mine.



Nail my hands down on

Your splintered cross

and pierce my sin.



Let your forgiveness

drip down my forehead

and cover my wickedness.



Beat me until I’m on my knees,

back-bent in prayer,

crawling in repentance.