In Shoes Of Supplication
I prove you worthy to forgive:
I understand now;
That there is no better choice,
Than to lock away my silver lying tongues.
And desire a faithful name from your automatic grace,
If it pleases you.
Out of your merciful welkin;
You normally would forgive.
I provide my supplication:
I am sorry for my wrongs and false moves;
I shall erase all I have written with my cruel habits,
Murder my iniquities.
Crucify my shameful appetite for sin,
Undo my deceitful paths.
And uproot the ills I have grown in them;
Accept my supplication.