Naked, I lie prostrate before you, sins
Exposed; I offer no mitigations,
Humbly I submit my prayer, no excuse
Enclosed; affectations would serve no use,
Surely, self-righteous boasters, their merit
Supposed, now have all they will inherit,
Stricken men have naught to do but kneel, Self
Deposed, to regain their abandoned health,
Behold, the miracle of love! Accounts
Transposed; corpses resurrect at the fount,
Rags, filthy, stripped from my back; with crimson
Enrobed; above my brow a crown glistens,
A rebel, a friend of serpents, sins now
Disclosed, has been made a son, and how!
The Great Exchange, places traded, my guilt
Disposed; my Lord, do with me as Thou wilt.
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