The cycle

I come into God's prescence. I know He's here. But no words come. I read what others have said. I echo them in my heart. Somehow words finally come...

Sin is so heavy. God, take my shame. Take my heavy load. I love Your prescence. You made it so that I would never be apart from You. But I continually turn away. I lose sight of You. Keep finding me, seeking me, drawing me in. Don't let me ever be away from Your peace, Your grace, Your all-surrounding love. I don't want to leave. "For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing." God, keep drawing me in; forgive my unfaithfullness. I need You! Don't let me be without your love!