SONNET: Oft In Sin
However well, I make up my mind, still
I succumb to the devil's temptations;
Repeatedly sinning, my soul is ill;
The grace of God is dwindling to rations!
How weak I'm as a human being then!
I give in to my body's desires;
And when I commit sin very often,
My body, heart and soul, devil hires!
Remorse makes me to feel for all my guilts;
Repentance follows it sometimes quite fast;
I feel I'm walking in danger with stilts;
And feel so sorry for my sinful past!
This cycle gets repeated yet, again!
I wander off my ear-marked road and lane!
poem by John Celes
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