Remove the iniquity of my transgressions,
From the probing of your eye.
Me, lost, undone, without hope, but for you,
The way of life.
Lying is my nature and my learned behavior,
And the hallmark of the Man of Sin.
Grant me freedom, some measure of hope,
Thy law is the lifeline thrown from a merciful hand.
Graciously draw back the backslider.