Feb
28
Dear Lord,
Another day. Another sin.
Willfully chos’n, this time again.
How deep it runs, this stench within.
Backwards and forth, just like a wave.
Both good and bad, do I behave.
Oh gracious Lord, please quickly save.
But this I know, there’s naught in me.
There’s nothing that, from sin will free.
Oh please, dear God, hear this, my plea.
Aching and sore, I’m tired of this.
Restore me to Your glorious bliss.
I never want, Your love to miss.
Lift me from this, my broken frame.
Cleanse all my spots, wipe clean the blame.
Restore me for Your glorious name.
