Tyrant

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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