
A sonnet by best-selling author Michael Witcoff.
For love of God and fellow man I grasp
A blinded tyrant trying to trap the wind;
A sign of hope, or faith to light the path
Is all I need to see the road ahead.
But then before the day is done, I fall
Right back into my old impassioned ways;
And yet despite the blackness of my soul
The Holy Spirit, given by God, stays.
I can’t imagine why He does not leave
Just like the rest that I failed and let down;
And by that endless mercy I receive
I come to know why Jesus wears the crown.
He loves without end, though I go astray;
To show such love to others is the Way.
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