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Fleece by mike bullock I lay my life out as a fleece To catch Your precious dew And let it soak into the parts That are devoid of You For I am still so insular An island out to sea Come and land upon the rock That is my heart to thee. Here I am Lord, I've expired There is no fight in me I come as gently as a lamb As quiet as can be There is no hope in what I am I've sinned and I repent Take Your headstrong, willful child Cause all of me is spent. |
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