My life is spilled on alter...

My life is spilled on alter
‎but often on the wrong one
‎the alter of my passions
‎the alter of distractions
‎the wrong.

Well Lord I'm weak and weary
And humbly now I come
Come straight to the right alter
And I have life, have some

To spill still on the alter
The right one, godly one
My strivings and endeavors
Lose sense in sight of Thee

I bow. Bow down.
Bow down before You
Before the throne of glory
And want to live anew.

Andre Anokhin
5.07.18