Lord,
Unwrap me from this excess.
That is waste.
As I waste away the days in chocolate, comfort, and condition.
Lord,
I no longer want my back to you.
But I want to be back with you.
Wherever it is that you live.
Lord,
The trap is set.
Spring me from my pity.
The American burghs.
And this all-American bourbon.
Lord,
I see Golgotha.
And I see the burden.
But you see what is in my skull.
Lord,
How patient is your service?
As you wait for mine?
How steady is your mood?
As you wait for mine?
How brave is your aspiration?
As you wait for mine?
Lord, Father and Son.
Lord, Spirit.
Your nature is good.
And your goodness is now my nature.
Yes, Lord.