That of my perception’s highest worth,
Things that, when absent, cause me greatest hurt,
The things that I pursued with no relent,
Believing that, when caught, would bring content,
The things I ran for miles to obtain,
But when finally held, brought only deepest pain,
That which I thought would fill my every need,
But only my deepest sorrows, served to feed.
For when I left the road so rarely tread,
I was unconscious to the noose slipped on my head,
And while I walked the path of sin’s deceit,
The snares of Satan wound about my feet.
I did not dare to pause for innocence,
Or cast a thought to future consequence.
I wish that I had thought to heed,
The Biblical description of my need.
Instead, I acted out of selfishness and pride,
And now attempt, with ignorance, to hide,
The actions for which I now am too ashamed,
To even think to call my Savior’s name.
And in this way, it is that I am chained,
By all I thought, with foolishness, was gained.