A Dirge

Dear Lord, I come before You,
Indebted in Your grace.
I cannot see myself as good
Can't look up to your face.

My heart o'reflows with blackness
My mind it, it plots vain things.
My hands and feet move me to sin
And so much pain it brings.

I long to stop, but weakness
Prevents me, I can't go.
I loathe my heart but I can't stop
the darts come blow by blow.

O Lord, on me have mercy.
I long to do thy will.
I long to love, obey your law,
And bid my heart, be still.

Ten thousand times, I fail you.
Ten thousand times, I see
My need for you is so much more
Than my heart's need for glee.

Please draw me closer to you.
And hold my hands real tight.
Please keep my heart from falling fast
And let me do what's right.