......God forgive me for this wreched heart of mine,
rebellious in all its ways,
constantly corrupting my mind.
Theres not enough time in the world for me to express my regrets about my past and many afflictions,
constantly judging me with its suspicions and lies.
Can you tell when you look in my eyes, I feel convicted?
Needing to hear your voice to be lifted,
above the madness of my sin,
wanting to pray,
not knowing where to begin....
and yes,.... here I stand again,
seeking your face again......this filthy sinner
begging for you to place a change in my center,
so that my stinch would become a pleasent scent to you,
and I would live well,
escaping hell,
spending eternity with you, my Precious Savior.
Speak to my heart with your poetry,
I, your son, hears it...at least, I plan to, with your forgiveness and mercy
hoping that when you come, you wont forget about me.
So here I stand Lord,
tryng to avoid disaster,
patiently awaiting for your answer.......Amen.