REDEMPTION

I don't usually write poems but this one just came about one day while writing down my thoughts about life before salvation.

REDEMPTION

Oh, what is this wretched bliss
that lives within my heart.
It's mocking me as days grow long
and has been from the start.

It cleaves unto my soul at times
and leads me unaware.
A puppet on a string is works
to guide me toward its snare.

Its power seemingly unknown.
My plans it seems to make.
Marching onward steadily
it has me on the take.

Destruction is its master
even working in my dreams.
Offerings of peace it gives.
A twisted plan it schemes.

Forever sentenced to resist
as many have before.
Longing desperately to leave
But always wanting more.

Hoping from within myself
a power I might find.
Then failing even worse again
is torturing my mind.

Finally at the end of me
forced to realize.
No strength exist within myself
but only compromise.

Wretched sinner I've NOT become
for I was one all along.
Is someone there to rescue me
or leave me in this wrong.

All my efforts gone for naught.
A worthless exercise.
I could not count the sands of time
so I simply closed my eyes.

Trapped within this darkness
it finally came my day,
and took the Son of God Himself
To roll my stone away.

Scott Cosper
April 13, 2011