The King's Vagrant

Hear me, Oh King and have pity on this vagrant. For I have walked in the way of the wicked, stood in the path of sinners, and sat in the seat of scoffers. I have made futility and vanity my delight and have trapped myself in bondage. I am to blame for the barrenness of my harvest and fruitlessness of my vine. I have driven myself into poverty and have coordinated my own downfall. The contents of my heart have been made visible to you and the putrid smell of my sin exposes the vileness of my intentions. Rodents and insects have made their home in my entrails and infection reserves its most potent attack for me. Iniquity burrows itself into my every orifice and consumes me whole. It corrupts me from the inside out and oozes from my pores. 

Now you have heard my cry, my present situation has been made clear to you. The ground between us has been swallowed up in a great chasm. Who is fit to cross over it my King? I could not cross over even if I was able. Your holiness anchors my face to the ground, your righteousness weighs my heart down like an anvil. Lord who can be lifted up? Who can sit on your sovereign saddle? Lord who can know good? Who can know right from wrong? For my feet run towards death and my hands love to grasp evil. Out of my heart pours depravity and my mind devises plans for destruction. Only you can teach me to live a life governed by love and peace.  Rescue me from repeated cycles of wretched folly. Only You can repair the severed lines of connection between us. 

Oh Lord, why don’t you turn your face away? Why don’t you shudder when I call Your name? Keep distance from me, lest I taint your spotless garments and infect you with the stench of evil. Why don’t you rebuff my call for mercy and continue past me in all your glory? Why have you dismounted yourself from the lofty steed of justice and knelt into my puddle of sorrow? Watch your step, lest you fall into the traps I have set for myself. You bridge the gap between us and step into my pitiable conditions. You pick me up and wash me thoroughly, you wash my grimy heart and make it like new. You shine your face on me after I have done no good service and put a crown on my head. You have removed your signet ring and placed it on my finger. You have placed this vagrant on your holy equine. Teach me your ways God! They don’t come naturally to me. Guide me through the shadowy valleys, lest I trip and fall again. Light a torch in front of me and lead in the way I should go. Speak boldly and let your voice carry sound counsel and direction. Your Word is a lamp to my feet and a light unto my path. Keep me on the path to righteousness, lest I be deceived and make myself your opposite once more.