A Sonnet to the Savior

Romans 7:24 A vessel tossed among the towering waves; A tender reed reviled by raging winds; A blooming flower blighted by the frost; A vapor vanquished as the sun ascends. Oh, what am I, but weak and frail, When sin’s dark Enemy assaults my mind, And wickedness abounds on every side, And even my own flesh desires my will to bind? The good I will to do becomes a filthy rag As soon as it has exited my tainted flesh; The evil that I would not do, becomes instead my offering Each day,...