quiet, still alone in my room shudder at what i’m capable of yet i enter your chamber clean who am i that you take interest in me? the hour is late stop and realize i’m in the presence of a King all i see are my rags, and the holes worn in my soul yet it was set free warmed in a blanket of love [[Category:Roadside Monument]] [[Category:Roadside Monument]] [[Category:Christian_Rock]]

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