My soul writhes within my wretched flesh.
The haze of comfort and self-deception had made me drunk.
Unable to see the dirt upon my heels.
As a whore I have run away from the bridegroom.
To the dust and filth I ran towards and in so doing claimed that is it gold.
Awakened to a humbled state I look to see
The light that I once thought I knew is no where.
Seeking searching hoping that this blinded fool may be wrapped up,
In the loving arms of the beautiful bridegroom.
Blessed is His name that is pure as the clear, light that shines.
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