Guilt Within

Oh God,
cleanse me.
I look inside and all I see is

dirt.

That muck, penetrating so deep, seeping out every crack,
in harsh words and ugly thoughts
jealousies and tears.

I feel
unsavable.

I can't feel the hope I crave,
just hear these words.

When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free.
For God the just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me.

Oh God.
I'm stuck. . . I'm stuck on those first two lines, no further.