Everything is empty when your Heart isn't the forefront of the action.
Sex, Charity, Prayer, Communion.
Everything is unmarked, even our Hearts if not for the grace of God.
Love, Works, Faith, Confession.
I sin. I repent. I abstain.
I walk in grace, I am filled, I am alive.
With the Spirit, my shield. Until,
I sin and then I go blind.
Gone is my spiritual garden,
Virtues, my tilled Fields, all in vain.
I repent, God.
I repent, Lord.
I repent, Heart.
I do not want to be this void husk walking
I do not want to be this empty vessel of flesh
Fill me my lord, and sprout my seeds