My Besetting Sin...

Ensnared by its choking pangs, and
Edged in, in the sinking sand,
I've tried all my possible best,
Seeking and Searching for Soul rest,
That just for some few days,
I may be released from this 'sin'

Prayers have rolled while on the knees I stayed,
My tears have been my meat all day,
As I wondered how battered and degraded I've sunk,
'Neath the heavy load of this immoral passion.

I paced out of room in the mornings - grace-filled,
But stagger back in the forenoon sin-stained,
Any prayer uttered betimes to my Father,
Commences with, 'have mercy on me, a wretched sinner'.

What shall I do, Oh Lord to this flesh of sin,
As the God-repelling stench almost becomes a habit,
In this 'orld below, I'm almost asking,
If it's possible to live - just a month - sin free

Oh, deliver me, deliver me, Lord I cry,
For man's besetting sin also takes to hell,
Till every voice within me be still,
And I'm dead to the world, ... dead to the looks for aye...