I fall
I sin
I grieve

But my thoughts dwell not on how I have grieved my Lord
No, they linger on how that sin stole my joy

My thoughts do not travel to a repentant prayer
Rather, a series of logical reasoning develops

I consider how sin could damage my marriage
Not on how it could quench the Holy Spirit

I consider how sin could cause me to drift and destroy my reputation
Not on how the Lord longs for me to follow closely because of His great love for me

Is my pride so deep?
My selfishness is an unwelcome shadow

Lord, be rid me of my filth and wickedness . . .