Sin

Woe to me.

Woe to me.

I cannot do myself what I set out to do again.

If it were up to me would I fail? I have failed.

I have no want of the light.

My soul is plagued with despair.

I do this to myself over and over and over.

There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

And then a calm as if nothing.

Have I become so cold?

Why do we say,

"Cast down my soul?"

As if there was a choice?

The reality grips me

As though a man were stealing my money.

I cannot do a thing.

I watch myself fall into the same temptations.

I would say, "It's not about my glory,"

And then I would act like it is mine.

How do you preach holiness

When you repeatedly violate your own conscience.

His wounds have paid my ransom.