I don't need no genius,
To know that I've sinned,
And yet on your insights,
I've come to depend.
It seems my own vision,
Is cloudy at best,
And I feel more at peace,
When sins are confessed.
It's like food in my teeth,
That I just can't see,
If you were not present,
Then where would I be?
I'm lost in your wisdom,
But found in your love,
And my only future,
With you hand in glove.
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