Gut Me

Gut Me

Gut me
Tear me
Shred me
Shatter me

Open me up
Clean me out
Leave nothing of the old
So my same old story
No longer is allowed
To be told

Purge my inner abscess
Of all the rotten pus
Even though its stench
I may most firmly clutch

Give me, Lord Jesus,
Your purity
Your holiness transform
me
All of this above
I seek with unabashed 
sincerity

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