need

dear lord i stand accused 
like any one of human kind 
i am a victim of self weakness 
and i miss the mark
weak of flesh that is below, 
far from the highest plane of spirit pure
due my plight of mortal dust i'm made
the flesh prevails from low to high 
then goes into my heart and mind
does it's good, its damage then
repeats itself, round and round
the daily fight it never ends
i confess, i will attest 
of this time, your grace,
your power, your love, 
i truly, deeply need to rise above 
my grievous state of weakened flesh, 
and grip your very heart 
to rise above this tempest sea of grief, 
i ask you to forgive me past my pride 
and take control of my very soul 
despite these faults that you do provide 
if it be your will, your words to answer 
my deepest need to know, 
the hidden truths, my curiosity fulfill,
my secret sword by highest valor assigned
to wield, to fight against the lies of him 
who seeks to vex torment, destroy, 
the faith and peace that you provide