Lord, take to your river. If you say you can take my rags, and make them white as snow. Dip me into your Jordan that's said to clean the dirt and grim that keeps me from your touch. Clean my lips with the things you want me to say? Take me to this river, that'll take away the division between us, cause this dirt is heavy, with no way to smell the cleaniness of water I crave to bathe in. Lord, take me to your river? Hit me with your waves, to drench me into your rest and promise. So ready go. Just lead the way?
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