August 8, 2002

 

Wayward

 

once again

 

            no

 

continually

 

eyes and will torn from their destination

by the attractive deceits of my lifelong foe,

he who promises pleasure but desires life,

distracted from life by death most foul

wanting so much to follow the wider road

yet begging my feet to stay the course

crying out to Heaven for some help

I want to be honourable, honest, and true

and all the time, that restless part of me,

demanding I forsake all that I hold dear

 

would to God that He would remove this

once and for all to take it to its doom

that this life may be lived for Him

as has always been my desire