I am but a falling shadow of my former self
I and my fearful shadow children after me
Who walk without hope on the cruel pavement
Of this weary world beneath the brutal sun.
I am a hidden man who has hidden from himself,
I do not see, I cannot afford to see, I will not see
What I have become or why I have made myself
This walking shadow visiting my sins upon myself
And on my children even to the fourth generation.
But I feel a hand in mine that calls me to my self,
A face looks up to me in hopeful expectation
Will I not see, Will I not see what I can become?
Penitence is a pain in the heart; can I bear the pain?
I must bear the pain. Sweet Lord have mercy.
Christ have mercy on me, and on my children after me.
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