"Warm Waters"

Warm waters flow from the faucet over me.

My skin turns red,

but my heart remains black.

My flesh grows hot

But my soul abides cold.

No matter how often the water receives me,

I remain unclean.

A temporary peace, a short-lived warmth, like a mocking to my soul,

and I am left unsatisfied.

Who can warm the cold within me,

Or melt the icy rock of my heart?

Am I not debased?!

My sins are icy chains around my neck, I'm bound in the blackness of my being.

All my days are wasted away and my bones scattered at the grave; I cannot live.

Save me O Lord according to Your loving kindness!

Revive the life You once breathed and give me a new heart, one that loves You.

For You alone are the God of Living Waters,

the warmth to my soul.