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You Use Me As An Instrument

Writer's picture: Old Things Pass AwayOld Things Pass Away

Lord, I beg for Your forgiveness

I have profaned Your Holy Name

I have behaved in selfishness

Lord, help me not do the same


I lay it all before You, Lord

I come to the altar of grace

I lay it bare before Your face

I come to where You are, Lord


I call You, and You answer me

As the sun rises, there You are

As the stars in the sky, You're there

I call You good, then I see


In this humbled state, I thank You

You use me as an instrument

In this world, we will have trouble

You have overcome my torment

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