Sat in on an early morning sermon today.   While listening in, this came to mind…

Flaws of My Heart
by Michael Doyle

My flaws of the heart
Directed by sin from the start
My eyes closed to Godly fear
I have lived on the illusion that it will disappear
And no one will know
Yet, the wages of sin still show

Instead of being loved, I am hated
This is my lot and I am so fated
Clinging to my verity of illusion
That as it seems are only my delusions
Time and again, a victim of doubt
Through the emptiness of my mouth

Set out on my wicked ways
Though truly not the choice of my days
Desperately in need of His mercy
I turn my dreams to fidelity
Knowing that the Lord's judgments are deep
And yet, the Lord will sustain me though I weep

I am a child of Adam in the shadow
Taking refuge there though I do know
That peace is is the fountain of life
Instead I drink too often of strife
My heart needs its just defense
And instead though I would know truth, I know pretense

To the Lord, I lay prostrate as I call
Before my sins, I too often fall
It is said that in the giving, I receive
I'll do my part and believe
Dying to my wicked self to be born again
Though God knows my needs, does he forget now and then?

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