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FRESH OIL by Gertrude Jefferies Fresh oil, dear Father For fresh oil I plead. Your cleansing touch And revival I need. You know my thoughts And my heart you can read. Fresh oil, dear Father For fresh oil, I plead. As I look inside I see only shame. Things I have done, That dishonour Your Name. I need the touch of Your deep cleansing flame Stir dying embers, Revive me again. |
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