Dead Man

Oh, Save me Lord!
I'm bleeding from the inside,
My body racked with pain, but
I'm just a dead man.

The heat of my aversion
Spills onto the floor
And leaves me there insensate
Lying on the carpet.

A lifeless lump I lay there,
My ardor a cold and chordate lump.
That tumor's left inside, and I
Can't find a heartbeat

Please let Your message fill my lungs
With words as soft as zephyrs.
Only the sound of Your voice can
Make me breathe.

No more will I lay there
Just the same as before.
Fashion me, a new creation,
I want to be a new man!

This rough and dirty pile of clay
Sits there distorted and ashamed.
I'm ready for your muse, cause I'm
Tired of the old one.

My aim has been self-serving,
Futile aspirations lead me here.
You know what You are doing, so
Out with the old plan!