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SAVE ME LORD

Save me Lord

Save me Lord

Is my greedy heart shackled and sold
To growing coins of burnished gold?
Now the sounds of crowded coins
Stirs tunes of pleasure in my loins.

Is my hope built on wealth that bides
Only like the ever changing tides?

Is my heart lost to things that be
For fleeting moments and then flee;
Formless like air, with certain end
Earths borders never to transcend?

Does my worry and my ceaseless toil
Seek only the gold that grows in soil?

Lord save me from this greed of mine
And show me heaven’s boundless mine
For long I’ve dropped the sacred baton-
And my talent is long buried and rotten.

Make white again my crimson gown
That I may wear thy golden crown.

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