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Who am I that you should trust me?
Arrogant and faithless.
I took your trust, fouled it with blood and dust,
Perverting the hope we shared.
How can you now ask my help?
Broken and sullied.
Hoping that by my hand, you’ll find a way to stand,
To redeem the gift you gave.
Why do you ask me to lay hurt upon hurt?
Burn and bleed.
Hold a promise steadfast, free you from your past,
And in hurting, heal the rift between us.
Who am I that I should hope?
Defiled and wretched.
If I mar your skin, can we erase our sin
And find forgiveness in the ruin.