Save Me

This old heart has heard- it is being made new tho it is past its prime

It beats ever slower as I slip lower and I long after things that pass with time

You called me a sheep I guess ��cause sheep are known to stray

So break my legs and carry me, if that��s what it takes I pray

My eye offends me and so my hands

Are caught in places that are banned

What a wretched man I am

Lord save me from myself

I vascillate in what I say

I pray for folly when I pray

I sit in sackcloth on your way

Lord save me from myself

Anthony Foster