My God, Forgive me

Meaningless words from my lips.
Like so many small shiny pebles.
They look and sound pretty and bright.
With depth as they flow with fervant.
I could swear they were perfect.

And yet...

I try to make my prayer perfect.
A reflection of you and your grace.
Like a psalm of spirituality.
Like the Profits of old.
With words so bold and profound.

And yet... 

When I close my eyes,
In the starkness of the truth.
You reveal my dark heart.
And in this depth of despair,
I percieve the only chance I have.

And yet...

It is a blessing waiting for one thing.
The only thing that can save me.
And that is by your saving grace.
I just need only accept the truth.
               
M J Flack