A Soup of Flesh and Bones

I used to make promises lightly.
I used to lie to my very own soul.
A soup of flesh and bones.
When all those promises ravaged me you were the only one I told.
Back then I had to bleed to feel.
Yet my own blood could not save me.
It is only by the blood of Jesus Christ that you my Father gave me.

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