Sin is my Inspiration

My Sins inspire me.
My imperfect soul cut and bruised pierced with abjection
Branded by the serpent who thrives off of the taste of my tears
I am a liar, a hypocrite, a slave to humanity
A weak vessel loathing on her fears
The sins I have yet to sin, thy condition of thy heart leaves me haunted
Wondering, am I worth saving?
Will God erase me from his memory?
This pain and guilt waters down my hope and faith
Buckles my knees until I collapse to the cold earth
I begin to beg the serpent
“Satan let me be! How could you drown me in such misery?
Your bite is vicious, your grip ever so tight,
The temptation is getting harder and harder to fight.”
But then I remember
God is my savior
To Satan I do not have to surrender
God, is my strong hold
I do not have to beg Satan to let me go
But let my creator embrace me
Shield me; love me for who I want to be
See now you’re confused but let me explain
My sins inspire me
They are my war wounds
Spots where faith can bloom
Inflictions from myself
Evidence that God has the power to nurse my damaged soul back to health
Lessons learned, battles won
My skin heals and this weak outer skin begins to peal
A veteran of this day I have become
I am inspired I say
I will move forward
I will do right; I will NOT be discouraged by my plight
But encouraged by this fight!