Pass Me Over



Pass Me Over
If my shoulders be worthy of His hands
Then I ask that He pardons my ill-fated ways
If my ears be worthy of His voice
Let His words be soothing to my weary soul
If my sense of smell be free of contamination
I ask He let me walk through his garden of jasmine
And if my eyes are blinded by darkness
May His torch shine a path that leads to his saving grace

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