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stagnant tears
And if there ever comes a time
When sin and consciousness are blind
Ill realize the weight that lies on my neck
A millstone waiting to be thrown off deck
What should be a grievous death
He has already saved by His resurrect
Though the indention marks still lie on my skin
Redemption has come and it lies within
But sin will not take place over me
No sin will be buried and sent to retreat
For God feeds the hungry, feeble and weak
For God has His hand right over me
Oh Spirit come down and bury my stone
Oh Spirit come now so my mind will know
Because, Spirit sometimes my heart cannot reach,
My unsteady mind, its blocking the speech
