I, SINNER
Look down on me for I am no one.
In a web of life I did not choose,
I live upon the foundation of my ruin.
The Breath of God I do not wish to loose.
To spite myself I tear down my vain labors.
Heedful of my tears I continually toil.
If peace be still upon a contrite heart,
Haughty still are my garments of earthly soil.
Outward affront and inner shame,
Demon and Angel tussle with devastating power.
Advance, triumph, then desist for awhile,
Each in their turn claiming this mortal tower.
Once it was written when wisdom was a king,
"Like a city that is broken and without walls,
So is he who rules not over his own spirit." *
Thus, for me the Outer Darkness calls.
C. R. Williams
* Proverbs 25:28
The struggle is real. That He would choose us in this war. . .Thanks Carl.
Very nice. I like the wordplay of the title, where it can be read as 'I, Sinner' but also 'Ice, Inner' - like the world has made them cold. Great job... :)