Dear Jesus,
When I think of your wounds how sorry I do feel
I look at my hands they are not marked. Why?
I picture your wounds my heart rips they should be on me
I'm so sorry Jesus! Take this wretch and do with me what you will
I don't blame you if anger is what you feel
Forgive me O'Lord for sinning again take me and make me clean
in Jesus name I pray
Amen
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