RECLAIM

What is it about me?

That though yearning

To be beyond reproach

I always find myself wanting

The much I strive to toe the line

The much often I trip.

Is it just about me?

Or an inherent human trait

A gene attracted to sin

That gravitates towards the obscene

That’s at home with greed

Or even gross deceit.

Why can’t I be just perfect?

A crystal-perfect image of Christ

Whom I proclaim with such potency

Only to later fall short

Of flawlessness that’s holy

Why can’t I just for once endure in His fold?

Yes, it’s true I’m just human

Prone to transgression

Weak in face of temptation

Yet, the impulse to be like Him hurts much

Much more than those petite pet sins

That threaten to expel from me, His spirit.

I yearn to reclaim my position

I ache to reclaim my soul, my salvation

Each day as if it was a brand new life

Each day as if I never did it yesterday

Each day as if there’ll never be tomorrow

I pledge to reclaim

My faith each time I tumble

For it’ll never be done

Till redemption at His second coming.