The fall
Humiliated
I double over, stabbed
by sin's sharp blade.
Where can I hide
my shameful wound?
Let the earth swallow me.
Let the mountains fall
and bury me in rubble.
Humble
the Lord stoops down
lower than I can ever fall.
With wounded hands
He lifts me out of the dust,
Sets me upright once more.
I am enfolded in the arms
of everlasting mercy.
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