A prayer in poem form

I feel compelled to write again, not because of anything outside, but because in my too busy foolishness I have been drifting towards worldly desires.

O Lord, wilt Thou hear my prayer?
Forgive my sins?
Fortify me that I may not repeat them?
O Lord, God, Almighty Ruler of the universe,
Here is a weak and simple man,
quick to fall into sin and slow to repent,
but wanting to repent.
Sin sick and thirsting for the Living water which is found through thy Son.
Unworthy, but hoping to hear the words He has spoken to others:
Behold, thou art made whole: sin no more lest a worse thing come unto thee.

In the name of Jesus Christ,
hear me I pray.
One tiny voice
among millions of millions of men and women.
Thou knowest them all;
And me too.