A heart that is wholly true
A walk that matches my talk
A reverence for all that is sacred
These keep me from storm-tossed seas
Where shipwreck and ruin are certain
Fill in the broken places
Remove all that is prideful
Make straight the crooked
Smooth out the rough edges
Heal the very depths of my soul
1 Kings 8.61; Ezekiel 27.34; Luke 3.5
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