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.