"I will grant her
justice, so that she may not wear me out by continually coming." Luke 18: 5
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I'm gonna wear You down
now that I know Your secret
that You can't resist me
just like I can't resist You.
I'm gonna wear You out
asking for things I have no business having
comfort
peace
joy
love.
And I'm not gonna shut up
till I get them.
Oh yes, Lord, you're gonna get sick of me
at the sight of me
at the sound of me
coming down the road.
Draw your shades,
it won't matter.
Knock, knock.
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