To God I Wish, To God I May

To God I wish, to God I may, These thoughts that cause innard decay! Though born these sins already say The word who rules my every day. My scorn this hour is high as hills! Forlorn I lie, bear faulty wills. To God I wish, to God I ask Take flesh of dirt and make it grass! The worm it crawls inside my bones, My sinews, joints, my skin and Oh! Not for despair I cry this grief, alone With me to enjoy the brink Of lusts. It is salt in my mouth and satan's rod. But- He who makes my soul depart, To love with peace and joy of heart Will keep the promise through and through. Why do I mourn? The day is new.