The Love Of A Hustler (Prostitute's Cry)

Forgive me God, My lord and savior. For I have done things, opposed to your favor. But this you know, and this you have seen. So it is no secret- My soul is unclean. My heart is heavy and burdens run deep. Its the struggle that’s torn me and made me so weak. I thought the world had harmed me, so I looked elsewhere. Went searching for love- but nothing was there. So, I called on your name. I did it in vain. I strayed far from you to escape worldly pain. I turned to that man thinking I had better. I became a store and he was my seller. It started with kindness and a heart so pure. He told me I had beauty when I was unsure. He made me feel loved when i felt so hated. Then, he said he would help me and promised I'd make it. I then turned from your grace toward something untrue. And now, here I am, returning to you. So, take me, my God! This is my plead. Wipe away unclean spirits and you take the lead. Become my guide and I will look towards no other. For I'd rather have you than the love of a hustler.