IN THE LORRY OF GRACE - To make you content with his glory

Sweeter than cherry berry
Yet not tales of the fairy;
Christ really did burry
Your past ill story

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Changed the content of your diary
To make you content with his glory;
You doubted him in a hurry?
All you need say is, "I'm sorry"
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There's no need to worry,
He shields you from Satan's furry;
As you wait on him and tarry,
He'll make your heart merry
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Let him marry you as dearie
And he'll spice you more than curry;
Christ's sore stained injury
Is meant to put you in grace's lorry.