May I always do the things, yes the better things pertaining to salvation.
The depths of my wickedness is great.
How I mourn at my own miseries.
May I learn to serve my friends and my enemies.
May I love all with that sweet love of God.
O mercy on my miserable head
Shower me with your cleansing hyssop and I shall be clean.
Wash my feet, O Lord
Incline your ears to my misery.
Forgive me for all of my trespass.
K.Oni
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