Pilgrim's Progress Poem by Denis Martindale

Dear Lord, I'm but a fallen man, some thoughts beyond control.
I've sinned as only sinners can, yet ask, forgive my soul...
Consider my infirmities, like anger, hatred, greed,
My prejudice and jealousies... How then, can I succeed?

Perfection is Your constant aim, that's why I turn to You
And humbly ask in Jesus' Name, dear Lord, forgive me, too.
I don't think that I'm strong enough to please You as I should,
Yet Jesus is the King of Love, He'd guide me if He could...

Ask Him to be this sinner's friend, don't let me live alone...
I want to serve You to the end, not for some crown to own,
But just because You are the Lord, no other should I serve...
Too long Your love has been ignored, yes, even from my birth...

Yet that was then and this is now, today I hear Your call...
Let me ascend to heights somehow from where I'll never fall...
Else why was Jesus crucified, if not for this new dawn?
Bid me transcend what sin denied, new life, in Christ, reborn...