Confession

The luster, lewdly looking, leering, fearing one who knows is nearing,
Hides the way his heart is hearing whispers that he sins.
The gossip gathers green and gray, in search of silver things to say;
Sin's satisfaction cannot stay--she tells her tale again.

Jesus Christ, Almighty Savior, God:
We bring our broken souls to You:
Yet again, we lift up our confession
Holy Spirit, make our hearts Your home;
Purify us with the Truth;
Call us out of sin into your arms...again.

Holy One who gives all of Israel a home,
Keep Your people, but please, won't you leave me alone?
For You know when I sit down, You know when I stand;
You know every stumble I make
Like the soldiers surrounding me, I feel Your hand
That won't let me just run away--
You won't let me just run away.

You are the air I breathe, trapping me, tight to my skin;
And so I say, "go away," and draw You within
And though I've denied You, I fear that I'll finally
Come back confessing my sin, coming back broken again.