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Thicker Than Stains

I see myself doing the things that I do,
And hear myself cry out in anguish to you.
As each day I long not to stary off the trail,
Yet am ashamed as I inevitably fail.

I cry out in darkness as again I am lost,
And once again follow the light of the cross.
As I recreate the holes and the pain,
Yet thank God His blood is thicker than my stains