I Don't Like Writing Poetry

Lord, help me to change always, for perfection is a long way off;
Bring me every day nearer to you, for my walk is yet long.

My heart follows after the lies of the devil;
and my mind deceives my heart with foolish lies.

My heart runs after riches and glory and all good things, Lord;
but for you my feet do not amble.

I feel the need for goods and love and praise, but do not see your glory as my own. I eat my food and wake my days and sleep my nights, but I do not see you! I am bent over as an old man, Lord, and my heart is of too many minds to survive! Unite my loves for you, and use my heart for your glory.

Your miserable wretch,


!Noah!