Lilith

LORD! the log is in mine own eye;
Yet I see more clearly than I ever have;
It is not I who plucks the mote from the eye;
No. for I have the beam in mine eye
And I can never take it out!

LORD, You are our physician,
And You will also transplant in us a clean heart;
You will remove the beam
So that we speak Your Name to others,
To beckon them to take part in your salvation and healing.

Yet what of my lust?
God will be seen,
But I do not have an answer for my shame---
I know at night the Lilith comes,
And there she remains,
So the sin will not become a waking one.
I become unclean in the morning,
And will not partake of my warfare until evening;
And I will change my garments,
And wash with water and lye.

Yet I can smell sin upon me;
I know my own shame---
When will the God of my fathers answer me?
In my longsuffering, come before I cause
Another to stumble!