the mud they slung on my body
has penetrated into my soul
through my clothing and skin
confirming my vulnerable mind
hence i pray that you install
in me the mind of christ
to let go all that comfort
i seek, while against pain i rebel
help me drop off those garments
in which i have put too much trust
until i stand, nay, hang in loincloth
and to you, my soul, i entrust
assist me to part my wife
my best support, and daughter
my joy, and stop my cry for ties
that ties me to a sore filled world
inspire me to plod ahead
in my journey to golgotha
that life through death
to enliven the dying truth
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