A lasting embrace of Truth for in its review all is corrected immediately. What commitment my heart craves yet my mind twists in its thinking, filthy fingers will relieve pressures, open coffers and grease the skids of my escape from reason, wisdom and repercussion?

What is hope if based upon the vain attempts of my own psyche to write plausible and comforting end to my own sordid tale of transgression and fame pursuit? What framework this folly? What certainly in lies told and revised to create a version of wiggle room history?

Before God none of this is possible for in His Presence there are no lies, no attempts to revise and extend my remarks until I conjure sufficient argument, no will to serve my evil self in the bright white healing stripping from me all desire, dare and disclaim bathed in Truth.

Yearning to be stripped clean, knowing fully that it must be done in surrender and voluntary humility before the Grace of God’s remaking of my life, soul and eternity. Hating the garments of my counsel before man, in laughing breach of my fealty and love for God.

Replace in me Lord the quest for gain of all the world offers, infuses and taints. Ingestion, digestion and incorporation be stopped and frustrated until the dawn of Your new age comes. Let none of me remain reserved for that evil day when mask again demands the dark.

May I admit and find forgiveness only found in repentance and emptying the cistern of my own omission and co-mission. Let all that is hidden as gas within the tires of my campaigns be emptied. Leaving me cleansed, freed prepared to do nothing other than speak no more lies.