The past

Romans 7:24-25 

24 Wretched man that I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? 

25 Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then,

 I myself serve the law of God with my mind, but with my flesh I serve the law of sin.

 

 

The past.

 

Snared by my own sins

Nowhere now peace within

Oh! The things that might have been

if I had been not afraid

 

One mistake … then too late

Never more a clean slate

Oh! That moment I just hate

the moment that defiled me

 

A moment long in the making

Eyes on Jesus … His Will forsaking

Tried myself … but now I'm shaking

No place where I can flee

 

For the rest of my life I'll be around me

To be reminded how things could  be

Enslaved to sin never more to be free

as long as I live in the flesh

 

Good intentions were the reason

Not for sure … just out of season

Self-respect gone … now all is treason

No way back … I'm shot

 

Deep inside that constant nagging

Worthless now … existence dragging

Energy sapped … intentions sagging

Joy of Salvation beyond my grasp

 

I wish my past … far behind

Morning’s  embrace treats me kind

It hugs my neck then starts to grind

my day into perspective

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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