Broken and Needful

A beautiful poem that was emailed to me:

My spirit is grievous beyond death,
Better to be dead than to sin against the LORD.
"Forgive", declares my lips.
"You are", declares my head,
Yet it is not enough.
I know of my depravity,
That I am destined to anger a living God,
Again and again and again.
I lie on my bed mourning my own death,
"Take me to you" I think to the LORD.
But I never die in my sleep.
Morning comes and I wake,
No better a man and still in need of grace.