Member Poem

And I was fed yet, with another dangling apple
Blindly following the will of the flesh,
Which ultimately is a poison to my soul
A bridle in my path
A poison to my joy
A sore in my heart

Why is being obedient to God so tiring?
Fighting for freedom from sin's captivity
Cyclical sinning has my life spinning like a revolving door
Sin is sucking so much of my strength, vigour and fervor.
My legs are tired, my steps are weak, similar to stupor
I'm staggering on my feet

I want to be free from this cycle of habitual sins
And learn more about Godliness, spirituality and righteousness
I travelled far just enough to get me back to the starting point
I get up just to fall again or so it seems
I break free from sin for few days, only to sink deeper than ever

I Need Help! I Need Help! I Need Help
A divinely practical help
Love me more, judge me less
Willing is my spirit but feeble is my flesh
My flesh: A clothing for my soul .
It interested in things that corrodes my soul

Can you show me how fasting is a bridle
Against spiritual suicide and spur righteousness
Do you even know? Please tell me if you do
Can you lend me a helping hand? With no show of shame
I am a lamb in the faith, can you milk me the word?
With kindness, gentility and sincerity
As I have not yet acquired the desire of a sheep

Give me hope when I lost it
Urge me on, when I slipped
I need a total support when I lost to sin through temptations
I'm not asking you to pity me
Neither I'm I asking you play with me
All I need you to do is to Pray For Me
In the silence of your heart Pray For Me
In the darkest hour of the night Pray For Me.

Olateju Rildwan.
Writer.