Sin Iv Poem by Kwame Sarfo Aboagye

Oh my dear God, merciful and kind,
In your infinite wisdom you made
Your Spirit a being to come to my aid
Whenever I seem to have declined.
And even though I have my own mind,
Your burning Spirit acts as a blade
In my heart, and when I’ve disobeyed
He makes me know with whom I’ve dined.
Not that I’m deaf, not that I’m blind,
But my goodness is too oft delayed.
And I feel the Spirit feels betrayed
Like Samson, a betrayal I designed.
I’m so sinful and I admit it;
Something tells me this, this very Spirit.