The brokenness of my soul knows no end for my depravity knows no bounds...such a fierce and horrid struggle...feeling my soul tainted with this vile drink of sin...and how the Spirit within me screams in protest.

I'm so sick of trying to be perfect...conversely I am so exhausted from the taste of sin...I refuse to be a slave to myself...I want to be obedient and simply try.

My words condemn me and my accusers are those of sin...my only hope is the Lamb that was slain before the foundation of the world.