Am I a hypocrite?
Or, perhaps powerless?
I know to not sin,
Yet I still fall prey.
Is it sheer ignorance?
Falling of my own choosing?
Or, perhaps a lack of control?
Maybe it is the natural way.
Still, I hear to fight.
To sway neither to the left nor right.
And this I surely aim to do,
Still, I wonder, why do I fall?
If not today, then surely the morrow
If not this day, then definitely one day.
How can I persevere?
When each falling flay
To persevere is a burdensome call.
For each falling seems to push me away,
And here you say, "I am never far away."
That you will forever remain
Why persevere when I fail,
fail here and there, ill fall always!
Sorry that I am--yet hopeless too.
Perhaps this is a sort of joke.
Perhaps it's for me to not gloat?
I say we all take a vote.
Either way the thought of sin still chokes
The act of sinning itself is cloaked.
A meaning as to why I, yes, I,
walk to its waters and soak!
I promise I try my all.
Yet still I cannot win--much less overcome.
A burden heavy to carry,
one I cannot seem to bear.
You expect perfection,
Yes, I am blissfully aware!
Yes, Lord I wish to please you,
Yet, imperfect I am and failing I do.
Sometimes I wonder if you love me still.
A falling or two, many one more
Maybe you seek to cut me from you,
It remains I still don't know what to do.
I try, I swear I try to try.
I still end up in the same place,
If not this, then it's that, in the end sin.
I suppose the reality is I see myself as truly am,
A begging--wretched and hopeless sinner!
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