Condemnation Poem by Trevor Schulte

Dear Lord,
it hurts me so much,
every time I ignore
the Master's touch.
This pain splits my spirit
into two pieces.
The more I continue,
the more it increases.
My affections are hollow
and so passing.
Couldn't I just stop
all this procrastinating.
Can't I just focus on,
all that is right,
and start a fire inside,
that my spirit will ignite?
My heart breaks,
as I turn my face,
and do You such a disgrace.
Strike my heart Lord,
make it pure!
Give me the will power,
to resist for something more.
Hold me as I fight,
for the thing that is right.
Push my existence
to soar to new heights.
If all I can do,
is continue to condemn.
Then I will remain,
in my own sin.