Lost

I have been dead so many times. My mortal body can handle this hate no more. I was in the flesh, the motion of my sins. Those sins take occasion by the commandment, Deceived me, then by it..killing me. Wrought in me all manner of concupiscence. I can feel Me. A wretched human being. I let desperation stole my soul. Who can deliver me from this body of this death? Whenever I would do well, Evil and hate are present with me. And now..where am I?

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April Gabriella

Date: 7/6/2013 5:19:00 PM

This really resonates with me. Excellent write!

Eileen Manassian

Date: 7/6/2013 1:45:00 PM

This is a very deep poem, Shirely...I can feel the desperation here. I agree with Drake...it is the evil one who accuses and makes us feel worthless. WE ARE NOT! We all mess up. We all fall, but by God's grace we can stand. :) Thought provoking write. Thanks for your visit to my work. I really appreciate it! :)

Poet Tacito

Date: 7/6/2013 12:50:00 AM

There's a saying that goes something like this: "When the devil sees us achieving & overcoming our goals, he throws obstacles in life's path to try and hold us down and lead us astray." This is that kind of test, within self. When lost, create your own path. That's why we have choice. ;) Strong writing!

Shirley Candy
Date: 7/6/2013 1:58:00 AM

I particularly liked your positiveness, Drake. You really know how to encourage people.. thank you for being such a supportive friend.. *hug*

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 7/5/2013 11:39:00 PM

Shirley, lost...i know the feeling... only one can deliver you from the body we call pain... excellent poem...Linda

Shirley Candy
Date: 7/5/2013 11:59:00 PM

Guess we share the the same painful experience eh..? Im so glad I found this site with many nice person to share thoughts and feelings. And you, Linda, are one of the nicest.. *hug*