You reached down into my pit,
You called me out by my name.
I was ashamed, a real disgrace
You called me near, looked into my face:
You said, “I know you,
I made you! I love you!
Come forth, child, be made new!”
And I said, “Please, dear Lord,
shape my heart to look like yours,
To follow you, and mirror you;
Let me know my Maker more."
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