Today I lost the battle, but not the war.
The voice in my head; so difficult to ignore.
'Just one more time, ' ' He continues to implore.
So enticing and inviting, difficult to abhor.
I give in to the desire, leaves me wanting more.
Angry and ashamed, I fell to the floor.
My body aches with pain, terribly sore.
Tears run down my face, what was I looking for?
I know it was wrong, I've been down this path before.
Fighting this temptation, it's a daily chore.
I've said it a million times, 'I won't do it anymore.'
Blind to the unseen, where's the one I adore?
The one who lived and died of gore.
With your final breath, you let out a mighty roar.
I run to the sea, I find you by the shore.
I fall to my knees, I repent and deplore.
You pick me up and tell me I am yours forevermore.
I'm unworthy of forgiveness yet you gladly restore.
Battles may be lost but Jesus has won the war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem