I know well the brooding thoughts of dragons
I’ve acquired those many layers of scales
Heart dark as the night at Armageddon
Sin-callused over like a coat of mail
Beastly have I been in moments untold
So far are the depths of depravity
The bed I’ve made is shame, the tale is old
To desire, but despair of, victory
Yet the pain I know, too, of being torn
The purging sting of holy lion-maw
Undragonned now, that scaly hide I scorn
Baptized into grace; redressed and in awe
“Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy”
I was heard: unmade, remade, now holy