Struggle

Like rust my heart is decaying, my mind knows well what wrong is doing, yet for the flesh is weak the spirit is weak.

My spirit and confidence are shattered by shame and guilt, my path Into the gates of the lord, is distant, forgiving yet falling, constant yet unforeseen.

My movements are that of a sluggard, but my wisdom is that of a learning scholar, I call onto the lord if I've ever fallen, yet at times I feel as if my father hasn't listened to me.

I am the same as you.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/ZLuXzjV5fI

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/rjNuus21nZ

(This also serves as a way of preaching the gospel, I do apologize if people from other religions feel some sort of emotion from this.)