This heart doth changes like shadows in the night,
That would kisseth thee to betray, to stray.
A dog am I, half beast and half spirited in rebellion?
What of me, O Lord?
What of me, this wretched, these trying,
These whispers that incites sin and slavery to never satisfy?
A beast lured by instinct and by unreason to forsake my God
For that which rots, erodes, and rusts,
For pleasures that is meaningless,
For winds leading nowhere,
For fleeting feelings,
When in front of me eternal life and joy.
Thou hath raised me to thy light and ransomed me
From the mire of my death;
Yet I now hide in the shadows of the deep,
Waiting and waning without your Spirit to guide me.
The darkness consumes me in uneasy comfort,
That cold feeling of sleepy death.
Grace. Unto me, will thy Grace washes?
Unto me will forgiveness run out?
For a thousand arrows has punctured this heart,
Nothing but scars remain.
My bones cry out for thee,
They wither away for fear of thee.
The enemy laughs at me in my nakedness,
In my pathetic attempts, in my shame.
Will thou cleanse me with hyssop?
Will thou restore to me the joy of thy salvation,
Of thy hope everlasting, of the truth of thy Love,
For which thy blood hath shed?
Thy gaze upon me would lift my face again!
This heart broken weeps no longer,
But lay here for thee, this contrite heart, waiting.
Oh, how I need thee, gracious Love!
How I need thee, my Lord and comforter!
Inspired by:
Psalms 51
The Mountain's King 