I heard God call

I lay on an altar, Lord,To subtle and foolish sin.The world is wide, I thought,And full—I struggled to enter in.

Then the world finally tookwhat I had to giveAnd scoffed at my unclad soul."This child hasn't learned the score," they said,"Nor has she paid the toll."

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