Psalm 51:10-17

In my imperfection, I cannot but sin.

In my will, I cannot but be weak.

In my actions, I cannot but be selfish.

Is my legacy to be forgotten by my God?

Say it is not so.

Even though,

My sins cut the cord of Grace, raw.

Repeatedly, like the sting of sleet on the face.

Pray, do not allow me to walk away

From the fire within,

The warmth of Your Love,

To some snowy-frozen-scape of a Godless land,

The life-less creation of a thoughtless man.

Recall me to your Presence,

Wash me with the Holy Spirit,

Light a path that my heart may follow, and

I will look for fellow travelers

And speak of the promise of Grace found waiting…

Patient, beyond human understanding,

… to apply the balm of love to a contrite heart.

                                                                        —Bob Jerow