Sunday Reflections- Whose Will?

Seven sins tainted

Make that a million.

I’d far say more

So what good is my will?

It's a soiled sheet

My mind partners with

Darkness time and time

I admit defeat

But praises I sing

                                                       “Make me pure”

                                                        Can this not be?

                                                          Offspring that I am

                                                          Of original sin,

                                                          Iniquities den?
                                                     Sin no more?

                                                       “Go- and sin no more”

                                                      I’m desperately trying

                                                        Relying helplessly

                                                        By Your blood

                                                              For this is my only chime

                                                             Your will be done not mine

by Loraine Alkire