Filthy habits die hard, change is harder, but with faith, everything is possible
By: Joseph Daniel A. Laviña
When I tell you that I will change,
Believe me not, is that strange?
Filth is written all over me,
With the stench of my honesty.
I wasn't created this way,
The things I do leave me dismay.
I want my life to be arranged,
So I tell you this, I will change.
The damn cycle reiterates,
All I want is to elevate
My control and my self esteem
And the shade of guilt won't be dim.
Help me, Almighty man above,
Be there and guide me with your love,
Rid me of my impurity,
Steps that lead me to clarity.