>>7284294wow no wonder you failed, you had no moral basis for trying
the bible is pretty clear about satisfying lust via masturbation and the dangers thereof. embrace the spooks.
REPENTANCE
Lord, since thou didst in this vile Clay
That sacred Ray,
Thy spirit plant, quickning the whole
With that one grain's Infused wealth,
My forward flesh creept on, and subtly stole
Both growth, and power; Checking the health
And heat of thine: That little gate
And narrow way, by which to thee
The Passage is, He term'd a grate
And Entrance to Captivitie;
Thy laws but nets, where some small birds
(And those but seldome too) were caught,
Thy Promises but empty words
Which none but Children heard, or taught,
This I believed: And though a friend
Came oft from far, and whisper'd, 'No';
Yet that not sorting to my end
I wholy listen'd to my foe.
Wherefore, pierc'd through with grief, my sad
Seduced soul sighs up to thee,
To thee who with true light art Clad
And seest all things just as they be.
Look from thy throne upon this Rowl
Of heavy sins, my high transgressions,
Which I Confesse withall my soul,
My God, Accept of my Confession.
It was last day
(Touch'd with the guilt of my own way)
I sate alone, and taking up
The bitter Cup,
Through all thy fair, and various store
Sought out what might outvie my score.
The blades of grasse, thy Creatures feeding,
The trees, their leafs; the flowres, their seeding;
The Dust, of which I am a part,
The Stones much softer than my heart,
The drops of rain, the sighs of wind,
The Stars to which I am stark blind,
The Dew thy herbs drink up by night,
The beams they warm them at i'th' light,
All that have signature or life,
I summon'd to decide this strife,
And lest I should lack for Arrears,
A spring ran by, I told her tears,
But when these came unto the scale,
My sins alone outweigh'd them all.
O my dear God! my life, my love!
Most blessed lamb! and mildest dove!
Forgive your penitent Offender,
And no more his sins remember,
Scatter these shades of death, and give
Light to my soul, that it may live;
Cut me not off for my transgressions,
Wilful rebellions, and suppressions,
But give them in those streams a part
Whose spring is in my Saviours heart.
(cont'd)
