"Lord, I am not worthy to recieve you,"
I told you this, but did I believe you?
"But only say the word and I shall be healed,"
Fell from my lips as I kneeled.
Knowing not what I meant nor what I said,
Only reciting what I had been fed.

"Lord, I am not worthy to recieve you,"
I tell you this, and I am ready to believe you.
"But only say the word and I shall be healed,"
Becomes my plea, since you've been revealed.
Knowing now what I mean, and what I am saying,
No longer reciting, but finally praying.




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