So many things call to me.
Money will make it better.
Love will make it better.
Beauty will make it better
So many things call to me.
I am an adulteress
Lusting after the world’s pleasantries.
In action or in thought,
I am a prostitute of the secular.
Like Israel I stray,
Forgetting your faithfulness.
Selfish, broken, and used
I fall naked at your feet.
Tired of this emptiness, Lord.
Recapture me.
Don’t let me go.
The current is strong,
And I’m slipping back.
Jesus, save me.
