As leafless branches reach for the sky,

So too shall I,

My soul is bared before you,

You know my heart

I am small and you are great

Sometimes we are what we think,

When we can be all we speak

Softer clay and solid rock

Mold us with a gentle hand

For You are worthy,

Through all our folly and failings,

You remain, our righteousness

I will hold steadfast to the cross

And be washed in the blood.

- Rufio

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