Romans 6:1

O God! Once more I stand upon the edge;

I see sin crouching at my very door.

I open wide and welcome in my doom.

O God! Retain your mercy and your pledge,

I give my demons leave to welcome more;

Like Bethlehem, I have not left you room.

O God! Are you not God of creation?

Did you invent all things where there was naught?

Can you find room in hearts where there is none?

O God! Are you God of resurrection?

Who entered into upper rooms, though locked?

Can you enter closed hearts, make them your throne?

O God! Hear this poor sinner’s petition:

Let me add another thorn to your crown.

Let me drive another nail through your hand.

O God! Put Yourself in my position:

Feel the weight of all my sins on your brow.

Pay the price, in my stead, and be damned!

O God! If my own hands had thrust the nail,

If my own hands had twisted that sharp crown,

If my own tongue had pronounced your sentence,

O God! Were I again tempted to fail,

I might recall when I had nailed you down,

Then I might live up to my repentance.