Oh wicked wretch that I am-
Seething, grasping, lecherous fool.
How I drain the draft of the damned!
How I allow the aimless appetite to rule!
Oh forgetful, sleeping sinner!
Slinging aside the whole of Truth!
Greedy sins spill from my center-
Lusts of flesh and sins of youth.
O Great Salvation, apply Your balm!
Scrub, scrape, scour off this crud.
Imbed me in Your bloody palm-
Cleanse me in Your flowing blood.
Forgive me all my sins and stains.
I justly deserve death from Your hand.
I throw myself atop Your pains-
Unable to plead, unable to stand,
Deal with me as You desire.
Remember I am dust and sin.
Heal me, or cauterize with fire,
Only do not leave me to the hands of men.
I am wicked, but I am Yours.
Comfort my conscience again.
viewingcamelot 
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