it is so that my transgressions have born a withered fruit,
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the sun has scorched the rising plans;
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alas they have no root, the bleached bones of animals bound by leather strips,
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dance through the air with laughter as i wield this wicked whip,
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as you did warn me carpenter, this world has weakened my heart,
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so easily i disparage, self-seeking the work of my art,
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and there you have come to me at the moment i bathe in my sorrow,
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so in love with myself, sought after avoiding tomorrow,
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where do you find the love to offer he who betrays you?
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and offer to wash my feet as i offer to disobey you,
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your beauty does bereave me, and how my words do fail,
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so faithfully and dutifully i award you with betrayal,
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the weak and the down trodden fall on broken legs,
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as i walk past a smile i cast, fervor in my stead,
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but my bones like plastic, do buckle backward now,
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i lay in this field by Judas' bowels and anticipate the plow,
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i can not be forgiven; my wages will be paid,
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for those more lovely and admirable is least among the saved,
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and where would i fit Jesus?
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what place is left for me?
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the price of atonement is more than i've found to offer up as my plea,
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Jesus my heart is all i have to give to you, so weak and so unworthy,
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this simply will not do, no alabaster jar, no diamond in the rough,
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for your body that was broken, how can this be enough?
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by me you were abandoned, by me you were betrayed,
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yet in your arms and in your heart forever i have stayed
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Your glory illuminates my life, and no darkness will descend,
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for you have loved me forever, and your love will never end
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Matthias Replaces Judas
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