"I am the man who yelled out from the crowd
for Your blood to be spilled on this earth-shaking ground.
Then I turned away with a smile on my face
with this sin in my heart, tried to bury Your grace.
And then alone in the night, I still called out for You
so ashamed of my life,
my life,
my life.
But You love me anyway.
Oh, God, how You love me."
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