I desire a new life for my old life is dead.
Where am I?
In circles I continually go,
In the wilderness I am in.
Where is the path? Where is the way?
Shall I go back to my old life?
The one I know all too well:
Futility be my best friend again.
Meaninglessness will you take me back?
Before I was born, I was dead.
My mother conceived me;
I breathed my first breath.
Right now, I am dead.
Who will conceived me?
Where is my new breath?
I am a wretched stench.
Who will bury me?
Baptize me into Your death, Jesus.
Make me born of You and give me Your breath of Spirit.
Give me a love of Your will, Oh God.