Afflicted

In my time of troubles I cry out to the heavens My eyes are heavy with tears My soul is afflicted with sorrows I have strayed from the path of righteousness And taken seat with the ungodly and rebellious Your words were sweeter than honey on my lips But my tongue became corrupted and uttered vile things I weep bitterly within for the guilt i carry overwhelms me Look at where I stand now My efforts have yielded nothing My labors have come up empty I am a wretched man During the season of my prosperity I neglected to call on the name of the Lord but it was all meaningless for I sowed my seeds In the soil of ungodliness and the fruits thereof Only poisoned my mind then they were no more All is sour now and who can sweeten my bitter days? I will call unto the Lord for he is merciful and forgiving I will seek to dwell in his presence.