Sin is my InspirationMy

Sin is my Inspiration My Sins inspire me. My imperfect soul cut and bruised pierced with abjection Branded by the serpent who thrives off of the taste of my tears I am a liar, a hypocrite, a slave to humanity A weak vessel loathing on her fears The sins I have yet to sin, thy condition of thy heart leaves me haunted Wondering, am I worth saving? Will God erase me from his memory? This pain and guilt waters down my hope and faith Buckles my knees until I collapse to the cold earth I begin to beg the serpent “Satan let me be! How could you drown me in such misery? Your bite is vicious, your grip ever so tight, The temptation is getting harder and harder to fight.” But then I remember God is my savior To Satan I do not have to surrender God, is my strong hold I do not have to beg Satan to let me go But let my creator embrace me Shield me; love me for who I want to be See now you’re confused but let me explain My sins inspire me They are my war wounds Spots where faith can bloom Inflictions from myself Evidence that God has the power to nurse my damaged soul back to health Lessons learned, battles won My skin heals and this weak outer skin begins to peal A veteran of this day I have become I am inspired I say I will move forward I will do right; I will NOT be discouraged by my plight But encouraged by this fight!