Brakes unresponsive, seems self-control is the same
Faults in my routine, errors and misses pile up
*Do you ask God for help but wonder if you’ll look away in a second? *
Bad impulses. Foolishness. Failure.
*Are you afraid to ask for help almost sure you’ll steer in a different ditch on the same road.*
I know what to do. I don’t do it. Repeat. Same dead-end. Punching the steering wheel. Turn around and try again.
Shame and embarrassment.
Some sins are underneath
Revealed after a time
Some sins reek immediately
Some hide while others are on display
God I try to resist but drool towards options marked hazardous
Then at the end of the day my head can’t look ahead
Another chance to succeed battered until all fruit is dead
Pretty flowers ripped from every root
I’ll try again tomorrow
*Do you ever put your prayers off to hide? As if that’s possible.*
*Do you feel like you’ve scored for the enemy by mistake?*
*Do you ever ask God if you’re the worst child he has?*
I’ll pray casting my anxiety on him there’s no going back.