How can you redeem what I have done?
I have sought solace in sin,
     worshiped idols, chose
          self over you.
True,
     you are sovereign still,
          ruler over every realm.
But how I rebel,
     rejecting life,
     desiring death.
I wound
     myself as well as
     those I love
          less than I love myself
          but more than I love you.
I have no excuse,
     no plea but your pardon,
     no hope but your help.
Salvage me
     that I might be useful,
          perhaps even
               faithful.
May it be.
     Have mercy.
          Redeem even me.

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