A Poem of Reflection

Whenever I ever get introspective about my sinful condition, about all I can say is "Yuk!," and when I contemplate my righteousness in Christ, about all I can say is, "Thank you, Jesus, for covering me with your blood." As I mentioned before, I do not have the gift of putting my thoughts into poetry, so I greatly admire those who do. The following poem was written by Tyler over the last couple weeks, the culmination of much reflection on his part. It's a reminder of God's grace at work in his life.

Fallen, I walk through this life,
Unable to move toward the light.
Daily I meet with this strife,
Incapable of putting up a fight.

Unworthy I have always been,
Pulled down by my many sins.
Chained to this body of death,
Shorter and shorter becomes my breath.

Freedom, cleansing, all I want,
By myself I cannot obtain.
What in me do I have to flaunt,
When I cannot find my own way.

For what I do, I do not want,
And what I want I merely feign.
To myself I must be blunt,
And admit that I am my own bane.

I am my bane, this is true,
Yet, victory I can have through You.
You removed my sins, from east to west,
Took pity on me and called me blessed.

Once your enemy, I am now your son,
Your grace sustains me, the battle is won.
I rest on you, ride on your wings,
My soul to you, praises will sing.

For when I am weak, then You are strong,
You give me the strength to combat what's wrong.
Faithless, Father, no longer will I be,
For you, my God, fulfill all my needs.