Benighted

I still struggle to believe
Take the needed "leap of faith"
I fall short, land without grace
Slim hope left that I am redeemed

I recall my perverse days
Transgressions from the distant past
They still weigh upon my soul
And may well never dissipate

Yes, I on occasion do indulge
Savor vices that I now relive
The impulses that persuade me
So much to pardon, and forgive.