Returning To The Beginning Poem by tomisin eshton

I have fallen to my own demise;
for the words of the wise,
had I stubbornly rejected.
the warnings I neglected,
for I enjoyed the flatter;
but now my soul had become sour.
for guilt had passed it verdict
and judged me a sinful convict.


i sink in deep mire,
where there is no standing.
the carnality of my mind,
had made me the Lords enemy.
i wish to be graft into the vine!
to be restored form death
and condemnation through flesh
and to drink from the served wine


I fall to my knees,
with tears of sincere plea.
draw near to my soul! ,
and redeem the joy of my salvation.
cleanse me of my blemishes
pour ur spirit upon me,
bless my offspring,
as it were in the beginning.