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!”
