O changeless God,
Under the conviction of the Spirit I learn that
the more I do, the worse I am,
the more I know, the less I know,
the more holiness I have, the more sinful I am,
the more I love, the more there is to love.
O wretched man that I am!
O Lord, I have a wild heart and cannot stand before you;
I am like a bird before a man...
Of all hypocrites, grant that I may not be an evangelical hypocrite,
who sins more safely because grace abounds,
who tells his lust that Christ's blood cleanses it,
and who reasons that God cannot cast him into hell, for he is saved...
My mind is a bucket without a bottom...
always at the gospel well but never holding water.
My memory has no retention,
so I forget easily the lessons learned and your truths seep away.
Give me a broken heart that carries home the water of grace.
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