Launder my Lies

Image by Ann Holland
Launder my lies lord, launder my lies
make me safe I pray
Here I am on bended knees
Pleading to keep my front door keys

Launder my lies, dear lord, launder my lies
Make me whiter than white
Scrub me with brasso and I shall be clean
For you are my faithful washing machine

O for a closer soak with thee!
Unto to you do I lift this dye
Add it to my clinging heart
Make this spreading stain depart

Sorry sweat upon my brow
Save me from my daemons now
Know you well their fearless face
At number ten to keep their place

Ah! The pain of sweet lament
Now that words are wholly spent 
But haste ye not unto my aid - 
Until my final bed is made

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