Blemished.

This insomniac heart finds no rest,
   nor will it know peace
until your presence is shown.
  Your light, and yours alone
may illuminate this incessant darkness.
 
This spirit has been crushed
   from its own ceaseless wandering.
A drought has begun
  because these rivers have run dry,
     allowing destitution.
Nothing can replenish them,
  not anything on earth.
No well runs deep enough,
   nor is any pure enough
to cleanse this blemished intertior.

Only your water, oh Lord,
  may slake my thirst.
All of my being: flesh, heart, and soul:
  yearn for your touch.
Pick me up, rescue me from despair,
  and cradle me in your safe arms.
Do not let me fall victim to my afflictions,
  or be overcome by the storms raging within.
Forgive my follies,
  vindicate me from my vices.
Instill your will and virtues on my heart,
  where they may never be erased.