sins we learn
again, and again,
truths
you’ve heard–that never sink in;
the bindings and loosings,
the Gordian knot–
The lessons we learn
still must be taught
Tag: sin
Gluttony poem
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gluttony is my sin
at least it has been for a while.
We talk of all the others, but not
That one. Why
is that?
You lift the chains
You will lift the chains that
bind me
you free me from my bondage
you free me from the trap
I’ve
fallen in
to cleanse me from the
mud
you take me from the trap.
You heal my wounds.
Praise you Jesus. I praise you Father God
Gluttony rears
I feel the rumble in my stomach.
Gluttony rears its head,
cake, and sweets, and frosted-mountains,
a stomach distended,
loose skin that will not leave
a body expecting fat.
prayer helps, but a miracle is needed.
I beseech my Maker.
I know He wants His temple,
my body,
to be its best.
Pride
The usefulness of pride
this a seeking of the self’s
a desire, a lust
of self, of me, I
this destroys families
You destroy cities,
he destroyed neighborhoods, provinces,
he’ll any destroy entire nations.
You made me wonder if you’re worthy of my time,
you’re not.
My pride is not worth my time,
my pride is worth less than my shit.
You’re a killer, how many times I neglected to ask for help
making so many things worse
Martin Write 