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My sweet Lord
that I could accept your mercy
as freely as you give it
I desire the penitent flagellation of old
that my body may mirror
this scourge on my soul
each stripe a testament
to the torment inflicted
as my will rails against Yours

This broken temple
should perish in disuse
abandoned and disgraced
yet You enter
breathing promises
dispelling my self-loathing
restoring me

I am conquered by Your tendreness
I drink Your love