Psalm 25

I’m really in the shit now Lord.

I’ve stumbled down the mountain,

And my critics and rivals can’t wait to see me fall.

What did I do wrong?

Haven’t I been a good son?

Please don’t hold my sins against me,

because you know me.

You know that whatever my sins are,

my heart is to love You and Your ways,

to be just and kind and holy,

just, like, you.

So, I’m on my knees,

nah, screw that.

I’m on my face,

until Your sun rises on my my life,

and my spirit sores in the strata,

far above the dross of this hell.

Teach me Lord,

Break me if need be,

do what you will,

But do not ever forget me.

So I am here, always at your feet.

Waiting.

I will not turn away even after you answer,

I’ll be here.