I surfeit myself with the desires of my flesh
I go back to my ***** and lick my wounds fresh

On the table before me are death and life
I reach for the former and throw my hand on the knife

Only a fool would choose that which makes him bleed!
Inside I deny it, but a fool I am indeed

When tempted with an inch, I contend for a mile
Atrocities I commit, and do so with a smile

Broken and wretched, without a glimpse of hope
Quickly and surely, I slide down this steep *****

I have descended to barren depths and begin to cry out
I need help! Someone, deliver me from this endless drought

And with a blinding flash, I see a glorious light shine
My Savior descending, infinite and divine.