Starving my soul was while I fed my flesh.
My sin sat content while my spirit wept and thrashed.
I claimed that I loved You, but I wouldn’t sacrifice
The deadly desires of mine for which You came and died.
“Where are You, my God?!” I used to scream and shout,
But in the selfish human box, I couldn’t quite step out.
Then You came and saved me, and my old self: it died.
“Here I am, My daughter,” I heard as joyful tears I cried.