A Cry to God from the Throes of Lust

A prayer for all who have shipwrecked their souls in the storm of lust.

You fleeting promise of foreign pleasure,
You haunting regret of triple measure:

I thought you divine!
I bowed at your feet.

You mocking waster of money and time,
You dripping faucet of guilt in my mind:

I thought you sublime!
I ate of your meat.

You rusting raker of my spirit’s steel,
You leching leecher of my inner zeal:

My mind is awry!
I chose my will’s death!
My feelings I’ve wreck’d!
To Whom shall I cry?

O healing helper of my helpless state,
O flowing fountain of ceaseless grace:

Please fall fresh on me!
And make my soul clean.

O living Father, Savior, and Spirit,
Your given answer, Lord help me hear it:

“Repent and believe!”
“Repent and believe!”

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