Aletheia



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I pray my secrets unto you.
From my heart, they flow to my lips.
Out from my mouth they come,
All the hidden pains,
All the concealed fears I make open to you.
I give them up to you to rid me of them.
You take them and eliminate them.
You purge me.
I am clean again.
Your Son's blood has restored me.
My life is yours.