Wash away my sinful act
Cleanse me from all my evil thoughts
Purify me, You of purity
Soul maker, remode me
Before I come to thee
Mode me to suit Thee
Am the clay and you are the plotter
Shape me in your image and likeness
Make me one of your own
Take my desires and let yours to be done in me
Because my thoughts are evil in front of thee
My perfection sound nothing infront of thee
Willingly I surrender my spirit to thee
My spirit is willing to fulfill thy laws and order
But the fresh keep denying
Good is mightier than I
The more I want to fulfill, the weaker I become
The evil I reject, now am The leader
Hold me Oh thy Father
Philip_Poet
