Order my thoughts and words, Steps in discipline are welcome. Thy word and thy Spirit are my trainers, Let not laziness overwhelm. Any iniquity is a weight, Have dominion over me.
The entrance of my melancholy soul. Thy words drive back the dark, and Giveth light to my tissue-thin heart. It giveth a sour taste, Understanding is missing, Unto more self indulgence. The simple mind needs your steady hand.
Uphold me with your hand, According unto your holiness plan. Thy word is the map for my soul, That I may live and find prosperity. Let me not be ashamed of your health, Of my hope, of my confession.
I am empty, and Afflicted very much by my fears. Quicken me, restart my mind. O Lord, only you can jump start this life. According unto your promise; Thy word is my power supply.