My frustration is my own I fear,

Attempting to repent year after year.

Of procrastination, sinning, and wayward thoughts,

 My feeble attempts often come to naught.

I hate the dark person I am inside,

Like the ebb and flow of a sinful tide.

I try to plead with God through prayer,

But, alas, my attempts end in despair.

Oh God, why is my flesh so weak and so thin?

Like a spiritual refugee, no nourishment taking in.

The feast is set on the table so grand,

Yet, my spiritual feet I can’t seem to stand

Steadfast and sure upon the Rock that is Christ.

I weep and moan, no relief is in sight.

I’ve been down this road, many times before

Walking along this sad, sinful shore.

One might think I would learn

As I work, search, and pray,

Reading scripture and pondering

Over words read each day.

But, oh, not me! I love darkness I fear.

My tears continue to fall year after year.

 Why can’t I repent and like prophets of old,

Stand steadfast and firm with integrity bold?

Softly... the answer comes from the Savior, so clear-

“Doubt not, fear not. Draw unto me near.”

Light, truth, and peace is in Me, not another.

 Satan would have you believe he’s your true brother.

“I am the Way, the Truth and the Life.”

It is in me you should search for

In your long, lonely night.

I am here my Dear Son, and I call you each day.

Read your scriptures, be obedient and continue to pray.

Live uprightly, be faithful, and abide in good works.

And one day, with my help,

Your sins you will shirk.

Your tears are my tears and your sorrows mine, too.

Remember, the blood that I shed was for you.

So be of good courage, be faithful and true .

And Come Unto Me, and I’ll come unto you.