Cry my gentle soul deeply,
As the compromise enters my core;
The pain as the sliding continues
Back in the world for more.
The glamour and glitz before me
As the scripture learnt slides away;
Pandora’s box and its temptation
Leads my soul to decay.
Was once a flower so dainty
As the words of God covered my heart;
The washing with water so fresh
As I became a work of art.
But my mind overflowed with the past
As my memories longed for the world;
My conceited and selfish ways
In my heart and soul they curled.
The slide was laden with honey
As my system of morals decayed;
My conscience with iron was seared
As I no longer became afraid.
No fear of judgement before me
As my tongue dripped with attitude;
No problem of causing a hassle
My soul full of envy and lewd.
The gate of darkness awaits me
As my lonely soul hungers for hope.
How did my existence so fail,
How did I so fail to cope?
But my Lord is faithful indeed
And forgives as I cry from the heart;
He restores me with His precious word
And allows a brand new start.
(C) P.B. 2004
“Return you backsliding children and I will heal your backslidings.” Jeremiah 3:22
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