It started innocently enough, or so I thought.
Doing the things, and addiction of preying.
Trying to be the honest that God has ever seen.
Proudly pious all the time and in every way.
Strutting my spiritual stuff every day.

Searching for ways to show my addiction;
Doing everything I could to earn God’s promotion.
Working hard to reach the next spiritual level–
By reading, prayer, praise, and Holy revel.
Thinking I could get more, God, of Your attention,
By being the addict that You could ever mention.

Living the honest life on my terms.
Got my fire insurance; I’m not gonna burn.
Addiction of “God, I want to be ‘souled’ out to you”!
Broken, spilled out, desiring to stick like glue;
Serving without ceasing,To be the honest that
You have ever seen and always on the ball.

Then, in a moment of passionate, fervent prayer;
When I felt I hadn’t done enough, and it seemed You didn’t care;
All my efforts to please You looked worthless and of no avail.
And my worst fears were realized; I had failed.
I cried out mournfully, “Oh God, I give up; do what you must
To make me the best ever; for it is in You that I put my trust”!