Dew drops

As parched as a leaf in the dezert am I.
I'm reminded of water
by the dew that settles at night:
In the cuddles of our children
as they sleep in our bed, and
in Ivan's warmth and that look on his face.

Yet, I know who I am.
I know how strong my sin is.
I am overcome by its strength,
sadened so much I feel ill.
Look at me- You know,
I'm in a million zillion pieces.
My unworthiness alone is whole
that is all I have to give You -
that and a scattered mess.
Stay away from me oh Lord :(