Haunt Me No More

Oh, my old, pure, tender, grateful heart - won’t you please come back to me?
For my graceless soul feels worn and dark and has drained itself empty

From this darkness now, Lord, draw me out
From my shoulders, lift my weight
For my hands grow tired of these cold, cold chains
Haunt me no more, haunt me no more
Haunt me no more – my old, wicked ways

Oh, my days of innocent blamelessness, where now have you faded and gone?
Now I hide my face in shame of this wretched ruin of a broken, tattered man I’ve become

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