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Nine Lines

Make me humble and pure,
Lord.
Make me humble and pure.

I’m so tired of fighting, Lord.

Don’t fight:
simply surrender to me.

Grant me, Lord, your grace,
that I might ask for your grace,
to live according to your grace.

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