Sin

It’s my sin,

It wrecks me deep within.

It calls my name,

It proclaims “You’ll find a fame.”

This sensation will cure the boredom,

It give you a hope for your starving freedom.

Assurance has no place,

In that secret hiding space.

Daily I fight the battle,

Weekly I fall off the saddle.

Savior, I need your resurrection.

Where is your protection?

The enemy is proweling.

His ugly head is growling.

I hear him whisper my name!

Take him out, isn’t he already slain?

My heart is beating within me,

I can clearly see the enemy.

I know not how to run,

This destroys all that you’ve begun.

I need your self-control,

Please abide and your toll.

You restore and bring life.

Take my heart, all my strife.