Bad Leanings from Hungry Ghost by Brenna Lowrie

Oh dearest lord
On high, up above
I need your mercy
I need your love

Oh hear me, lord
I tremble and pray
For even the sunrise
Was black that day

Stay near me, lord
I know not what I do
I'll bathe in the goodness
That flows from you

Forgive me, lord
Wipe clean the slate
Absolve my dark sins
And bear their weight

I thought the pain would be but too brief
I drew the blade out from its safe, dark sheath
The wound it left was deep and red
Made good my word and left him dead

It's bad leanings
that have made me slip up
A mouth of ashes - it tasted fine
For I know the lord'll
Catch my meaning
And seek to lead me back in line

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