The Call

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Who is worthy?
Who can boast of perfection?
You know the deal! It's real.
Neither you nor I,
can hide from this truth.

We claim to know; we claim to see,
We stand atop a glassy sea,
With a blurred reflection,
that we can hit perfection.

Down beneath this hidden grin
Is the stench of vile sin,
Listen now, listen to this;
Salvation beckons still,
Hope is not far from reach,
But first, you must admit;
The truth of your trespasses.

Come with your shame and guilt,
Come and be washed clean
Come now to the sea,
Where life begins at Eternity.
— Cotek
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