I have fallen into my mind,

and my heart grows weary,

but my faith is rooted in your love and grace. 

During times of strife, you hold my hand and speak to me.

You calm my fears, and crush my hubris.

You allow me to fail, and give me peace. 

You refine me.

My wicked heart has been transformed through this inferno

into a righteous vessel destined for the kingdom.

You saved me from death, so I can glorify your name.

Not of perfection, but of failure. You know my heart, and love me.