– A Poem – [untitled]

I wrote this today actually. I currently don’t have much of a title idea for it. I would welcome any suggestions, thank you

I want to make these thoughts rhyme

Or at least to make sense the craziness of mine

Though You call me up, You call me towards

Yet still sin of yesterday entangles and hoards

To entice and enchant heart and mind

It’s Mine! been mine; it’s a hug, though a bind

How comforting and familiar this rut and cave retreat

Sure, a sin You call to fall away since it’s already beat

God, it was my comfort and a craze

A secret, a precious, in coping ways

You ask me to strip it away?

And when my heart finally catches up to my head

That I find myself a slow learner knowing little, I dread

In grasping knowing you more, it’s at a snails pace

It’s only with Your grace each day that I can lift my face

Finding then it’s your lead through Your strength in every way

However to put to phrase these right longings to say

In and of each weak, inadequate things of me

Discard, burn, grow, sift, refine the things you see

What little I have is enough still that I can start

Shedding sin that binds my heart