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All of us have become like someone who is “unclean.”
    All the good things we do are like dirty rags to you.
All of us are like leaves that have dried up.
    Our sins sweep us away like the wind.
No one prays to you.
    No one asks you for help.
You have turned your face away from us.
    You have let us feel the effects of our sins.

Lord, you are our Father.
    We are the clay. You are the potter.
    Your hands made all of us.

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