Or rather papers which blot out myself,
I am debted to you Lord, how much I don't know?
But looking at me, I feel hopeless.
People see the goodie-goodie in me,
Papers of sin pile up to heap dark junks,
I never knew that I've masked myself,
For in the eyes of all, my life is a BLESSING!
Peel off my YELLOW PAGES Lord,
Drained with specks of my impurities,
May my soul be uplifted as incense,
To reach you is a BURNING DESIRE now!!!
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