Everyday I try to pull a little more
Of those weeds that pop up in my life.
Not knowing how they all got there
It seems… of endless dredge and strife.
Their roots go deep and hold on tight
Deep beneath… the soil of my skin.
Even though some have flowers disguise
They are still… my weeds of sin.
No matter how I try to kill them myself
They keep on coming back.
Until I go to God in prayer for forgiveness
And ask Him to give them all a whack!
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
Fantastic poem. Congrats on poem of the day. Well-written, indeed.
Have complete faith in God and seek His blessings to ensure a life full of righteousness: .....my weeds of sin./ No matter how I try to kill them myself / They keep on coming back.
even though some have flowers disguise, they are still weeds. quite a thought. quite a fact. congratulations
Excellent metaphor, weeds compared to sins, so long as small sins are committed, which hardly have impact on self and others we can go for pardon and ask for forgiveness they are indeed like weeds, they keep growing for our unwanted desires, needs and competitions....You have addressed this issue well with partial solution.10++++ Congrats for POTD honours.
Loved the title of the poem. Congratulations on this poem's selection as the Member Poem of the Day! 'Even though some have flowers disguise They are still… my weeds of sin.' - Loved these two lines particularly, for their inner meaning.
Not knowing how they all got there They are still… my weeds of sin. Being human means we have to live with certain imperfections or weaknesses or 'weeds of sins'. You have nicely dealt with the subject and asked for divine help to root out these 'sins'. Thanks & Congrats, Linda.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
soil of my skin is lovely. A good read!