It’s like struggling to breathe against lungs full of water. Selfish and entitled with every thought. I need your grace I need your mercy and forgiveness. I will only seek to make myself known, make myself heard, make myself content, happy and worshiped. I will roll over and seek it like a dog begs for scraps at the table, undiscerning, uncaring from whose plate it falls. Let me Lord feel this call of my flesh as your call to repentance everyday. Let me not see it as a need to find my own righteousness or need to better myself, a tighter control on my morality but as the depraved call of my soul, needing a savior.
Needing you.