THE PAIN OF PERSONAL SIN 

Oh, the pain of personal sin

It blinds the eye and stiffens the knee

As it pulls me in

 

 

For so long I walked in the light

Where did I stumble

Where did I stray from the right

 

 

The light that warmed me

The light that warned me

That light I yearn to see

 

 

 I sink away

The path becomes more obscure

My will not Thine, bears sway

 

 

 So where does it lead

Oh, where will it end

What is it I really need

 

 

 Along my stumbling fall 

A hand reaches out to me

I hear a voice though distant

It is His call

 

 

My tears run free

I know that voice

He’s coming to rescue me

 

 

I look both ways

The choice is mine, and must be made

To point the way for all my days

 

 

My heart calls out

My Spirit yields

I know again what life is about

 

 

The path seems hard to trod

But I tear from Satan’s grasp 

And move away from him

And walk resolutely toward my God

 

One of my earliest poems which I found in one of my journals.