Crying Out - 2

Have my peccant daydreams seep away Purged from my mind devoid all delay Evaporate those thoughts like the mist Wring as a sponge, oh LORD, with a twist Have me absorb ideas you adore Blessed visions soak deep to the core Living water so pure for my soul Please, fill me up, each pore, every hole My thoughts are wrong, so done be your will Your providence is far greater still So, God, exchange, my sin with your grace Each transgression, remove every trace Though my frail mind compels me to turn With drowning pain, my life, you did earn.