Save Me from Me, O’ Lord

 
My soul is sick with sin, my mind with unholy fires,
I’m restless through the night, plagued by dark desires.
I wander like a zombie, in daylight’s empty gaze,
Lost in my own thoughts, trapped in past’s dark haze.

My bruised body broken, weighed down by regret,
Though Christ died for me, His price still unmet.
Sin shadows my steps, both day and night,
And I can’t escape the enemy’s blight.

I fear becoming Judas, betrayer of Your grace,
Trading eternal life for silver’s disgrace.
Hanging in despair, with no hope to see,
Not even in Your memory to be.

My armor grows thin, worn like old paper,
Praying for strength to weather sin’s vapor.
A hurricane looms, a storm from below,
An abyss calling, where souls forget and go.

I cry out, Lord, save me from me,
Release these demons, set my soul free.
I want to walk the narrow, true way,
But stray down broad paths of decay.

Save me from self-destruction’s snare,
As blood-stained tears fall in despair.
My knees bruised in prayer’s endless plea,
Hoping, Lord, You’ll hear and rescue me.

I long to be Abram, a friend true and dear,
Not Adam who fell; let me persevere.
I may not father nations, yet I seek Your voice,
To guide me to father my children by choice.

Conscience tears holes in my soul with guilt,
Killing me softly, my courage wilt.
I seek Your word, to silence lies,
Longing to live, not wishing to die.

Save me from me, O’ Lord, I’ve tried and failed,
Your silence thunders, my spirit impaled.
I hear trumpets in the distance cry,
And Your glory shining in the sky.

I’m made in Your image, but I start to forget,
So I plead to You, Lord, don’t let me be lost yet.