Outstretched on this bed, As if for the tomb, To make my confession, Lord, toward Thee I come! For all deeds of the flesh, Alas! ever fresh, Ill thoughts of the mind That my secret soul find; For my eyes' lawless roving, My ears' lawless hearing, My lips' lawless moving, My steps, sinward steering; For everything spoken Or acted untrue; For promises broken And broken anew; For every one thing, In thought and in deed, In deed or in thought, Against Thy will wrought, Oh, Heavenly King, For Thy pardon I plead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I MAY, I MIGHT, I MUST by MARIANNE MOORE NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |