To dark impurities I was exposed.
My spirit was weak, and my flesh so strong;
The things that were good I greatly opposed.
'T was not always so; I once hated sin,
But its false appeal bested me somehow.
Things I considered strictly taboo then
Aren't as bad as what I've gladly done now.
Seems less wrong when we take it gradually;
I started to, and before I realized,
Was doing "small" and "large" sins happily--
By Satan's lies I'd been desensitized.
God, soften my heart; bring me back to you.
Sin is not something I should be used to.