Here I am, Lord. Wondering how I’ve traded your presence for the empty promises of this world.

The lure was strong and I was weak.

I saw pleasure. But it left me in need.

I saw fulfillment. But it left me defeated.

With my head hung low, I returned.

You saw my crumbling heart and wrapped me up again.

You took charge, crushing my enemies… even as I hid my face in you.

You washed me clean. You called me yours.

By your grace, I was welcomed in.

You meet me here again.