Penitence Revisited
Shall I approach? While so horribly defiled?
By desires gone astray, rebelliously wild?
What seems to be a part of me of which I never shall be free,
I turn my back, my vote recast, wishing that it be the last
Of many times my will is changed. I've seen myself as deranged.
Finding again my truest self, anew my sin is reckoned.
Who I am, and what I've done, between the first and second,
The place of washing ever stands, the point of great discerning.
Am I clutching in my hands the object of my yearning?
Reluctant to say "no" to, trusting in the power of the One I need to go to.

Choosing at this point in time, wholeheartedly, forever,
To accept as He declares these two have long been severed.
The question rises, begging,
"What, oh Lord, if I should ever, sometime turn, reneging?

"My power to resist is ever yours for taking.
I know your heart, soul and mind, and I know you aren't faking.
As mortal man so caught up in the moment,
Confused by mix of needs and wants, susceptible to foment.
As eternal soul, for freedom ever longing.
Tired of the sinful flesh continually wronging.
A lover of the truth, your sin you do despise.
Grow in time to see yourself with My Father's eyes.
Keep coming back, in faith and patience humble,
And I will at the proper time cause all these things to crumble."