This feet of mine that walked through filth
Loved this world and its ways
And so it smelled with stench like rotten flesh
with sores and blisters and boils of sin
This very feet, O lord you have cleansed
Not with water but your sinless blood
And as I Pray this little prayer
you mend my ways, remove all thorns
That I may spread your message of love
So help me Lord, my saviour Prince
Help this sinner pay back his due.
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