As I travel through the shadow lands
I falter and fail, but alas
It is allowed to show me my frailty.
And in humiliation I call out
To the only One who knows me, crying,
Change my heart, Righteous God!
For I know what I am.
But the time is not yet fulfilled
Good measure has not been pressed down,
And I turn from the mirror
And forget my shape.
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