I was innocent once, but not for long--

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.