My heart is pounding with sin.
The hormones raging within every fiber
of my being with human lust.
I want to take a shower to wash out these impurities
but no amount of soap and water
can cleanse my blood stained heart.
I drink water, hoping it will satisfy my thirst,
but not even that satisfies.
I am dry and devastated because my soul knows
this is not how it was supposed to be.

It's too easy to clear your Internet history.
It's too easy when you're always alone.
It's too easy to stay in the closet on this one.
But this life was never meant to be easy,
challenges and sufferings are the way we grow.
Jesus once said: 'He who has been forgiven little, loves little.'

All I know is the depth of my shame, disgust, and sin
magnifies the glory of my Redeemer.
And all I know is the only thing
that could cleanse such a horrific heart is a horrific cross
that was raised from the grave and given freely to me.
Sin had left a crimson stain He washed it white as snow
And for that I weep with love for my King.