Erring Soul

Is He watching? When my tongue thirsts for sin, Gamble my faith with filth, When my tongue spills its worst, My ears long to be filled with corruption, When my fingers linger to steal, My feet tread over and along faults? Is He watching, My unrepentant soul thrive? Growing more in strength and glory? Hardening it’s shield against good, Gambling what is right and wrong, Yet making the choice to dwell in the wrong? Feeding itself with shades of deceit? Is He watching, When I am unrepentant but care less? When I don’t consider His feelings? Strive to please me rather than Him? Meddle in the pleasures of earth? Dump off the cares of my Christian race? But I know the truth but become blind to it? Is He watching, When I return spite for His care? Neglect His expensive price of love? On a daily routine visit the gallow of sin? Clad a false Christianity in my personality, Yet judge others at the slightest fault? Still nurturing the hypocrite I protect. Is He watching, My unrepentant soul thrive? My unquestionable strategies of pride, When I stay balanced in the kingdom of the enemy? Stain my soul constantly in mire, Even when the truth hits me hard. Brings to my realization how wrong I am? Is He watching? When I lay finally to my last rest, And stand before Him to be judged? When my soul headed to Him is rebuked? When my deeds in my face is reproduced? How my own vanity has chosen for me doom? So helpless to reality I stand. Is He watching, My guilt wager my strength as I spare not tears? My offense like chains stroke my existence, Hangs my living in the face of death? When my past with pride divulge my wrongs? Plastered with faulty stains I forever I’m gone, Lost to the sins I once chided unethical.