Oh Father God I am torn.
My heart is wounded and worn.
This world calls me to salute,
to bow at the sound of flutes.
My heart is healed in Your Presence.
You are my very essence.
Teach me Your ways,
So that I will not from Your path sway.
Longing to be wholey enflamed,
Yet this flesh is so ashamed.
I run into my own dark night,
Against my flesh my spirit fights.
Oh to be perfect as You are.
To be from this sin so far.
I regret my life as I have lived it.
But You always forgave all of it.
I surrender to You.
Shape me, mold me, make me new.
Let me never grow away from Your light.
I love You, my Lover and Creator of life.
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