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There is no one who calls on your name,
who rouses himself to take hold of you.
So you hid your face from us.
You made us melt by the power of our guilt.
But now, Lord, you are our father.
We are the clay, and you are our potter.
All of us are the work of your hand.
Do not be angry, Lord, without limit.
Do not remember our guilt forever.
Please look closely.
All of us are your people.

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