It’s odd how tasty evil
can often seem to be,
Engorging self primeval
the darkest dreams in me.
My steps grow ever softer
the longer that I hold
To ways I shouldn’t wander
far seeking for false gold.
The false joy often lifting
me up to lofty heights,
My feet then barely touching
the earth in rapture’s flight.
But when the truth comes dawning
like sun on foggy land,
I see in human longing,
a phantom that now stands.
My substance slowly fading
and dark dreams held so dear,
My longing quickly making
of joy a salty tear.
Yet even in this trading
of true for falsely thin
And in this slow unmaking
of solid soul within,
I struggle to acknowledge
the path I’m walking down
Is tread with the full knowledge
of destiny’s dark town.
Lord, make my soul now heavy
with sorrow for my sin
And help me now live worthy
of changes made within.
Please take my phantom substance
and bring it back to earth,
Then with your holy utt’rance
breathe life and give new birth.
Make me a solid creature
that walks along your way,
A man with holy features
now clearer ev’ry day.
Then hand in hand, my Savior
lead me along life’s path
And quell this constant waver
and keep me from your wrath.
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