The Prayer of a Saint
I need you to save me from myself.
I do the things I hate doing and hate myself for
it.
Your words I try to hide in my heart,
That I may constantly run from evil.
Yet, the more I try, the more I fail.
I’m a product of your compassion,
Yet I abuse your love and passion.
Countless times I pray to hold on,
But my flesh seems to have the better side of me.
My heart is pounding so fast, as I write,
Cos I don’t know if this is gonna be my last,
I really hope it isn’t anyway.
Why was I born this way?
Is this an eternal curse or a passing phase?
Can I overcome this cross or do I need a Joseph?
O my father, hear my cry and hearken to my desires
Take me to the place where I once was
That place where I was at peace
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