My eyes are dry

My eyes are dry
My faith is old
My heart is hard
My prayers are cold
And I know how I ought to be
Alive to you and dead to me

But what can be done
For an old heart like mine
Soften it upWith oil and wine
The oil is you, your spirit of love
Please wash me anew
With the wine of your blood

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I'm so tired of "serving God" in a impassionate way. I'm tired of just floating instead of Actively seeking to live a holy life. I'm apologizing to anyone i may have hurt or given a poor example too. I'm restarting this, I am Hungering and thirsting after righteousness.