Poem: Restore my Soul

Sin lives at my door post, every minute knocking
Offenses arrayed in every day’s wake; temptation lurking
I’ve courted compromise; arrogance, lusts are familiar neighbors
I shudder ‘n horror as scum and bile my palate savors.

Apparently, mere will always will miserably fail
There’s war in my members, I feel so terribly frail
Can I truly be stripped of this self – this my garment?
At passion girded within my very bosom I anxiously lament!

Argh! disharmony is the name of my sickness
My spirit makes claims, my brain spins, my soul is just restless
Alas! recklessness rather than grace makes me bold
I labor so hard to feel my heart has gone cold.

Oh Lord! rescue me before I wither away
From my lack of peace, I can tell of my heart’s sway
I no longer neglect to pray: Father keep me from temptation;
Hasten to replenish, bring me again to my completion.

A sinner saved by grace, I acknowledge my acceptance
Help me to be willing, obedient, strong – to exercise patience
Take my guilt, my shame, my weakness; take all control
Sweet Holy Spirit, comforter, restore my soul.

©2010, Poem by Tee Akindele