Crimson I stand before You,
Stained with the blood of my transgression.
Here lies my iniquity,
Looming ever large...
Who will save now, who will direct my path
And hold my hand,
Through this darkened way?
Only You shadow me wherever I am.
Cleanse me, wash me and make me pure...
Only You can make me whiter than snow.
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