When I come to God to confess my sins,
Do I need to lie face down on the ground?
Should I grovel and abase myself before him?
He allowed sin and evil into this world;
He gave me freedom to choose good or bad;
He put selfish desires in my breast.
The challenge of sin is the purpose of life;
The war against sin give life its zest.
Without evil I could not know goodness.
I come to God as a soldier to his general;
I ask him for stronger weapons in battle,
He inspires me to fight --
My head is held high.
from Celtic Praise: A Book of Celtic Devotions
ed. Robert Van de Weyer
Abingdon Press, 1998
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