Poetry: 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, Tee Akindele
