Wrestling

The invisible force inside me,
Wrestles with my flesh and the pure,
Consuming a daily diet of sin,
Giving in to temptation’s lure.

The dark knight rides to my side,
Offering me the diamonds in his hand,
But they are actually stones of glass,
Made from heated, molten sand.

He offers me a gold crown,
That tarnishes to black on my head,
For this is not a crown of life,
But one given to the dead.

He tells me to be vocal,
To curse those who harm me,
He hugs me with false love,
And promises security.

He tempts my eyes to see the naked,
And makes me think it’s clean,
All this floats in my thoughts,
I must stop and do not glean.

He fills my ears with compliments,
An arrogance I fully embrace,
But then shouts words of shame,
I feel lonely and disgraced.

I am living a life of empty promises,
I am living a life obscure,
I am wondering what can fill the gap,
I am asking for a cure.

But then I remember Jesus,
And the gift He offered me,
Salvation, sanctification,
And a life with Him eternally.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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