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Create in me a clean heart

I sit here, head bowed,
body bent, heart broken.
I sit, alone, a man
made in your image.

I sit here, shattered.
Broken into 10,000 pieces.
Each insignificant: tiny;
adding up to almost nothing.

Yet relevant:
for from this dust,
these ashes of a man,
a new man you shall make.

One who will stand tall:
to kneel before you.
Create in me a clean heart, Lord,
to burn with love for you.

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