The days drag on. You are not saved;
Your smug dead soul persists in pride.
You can’t admit it: you’re depraved,
The truth was never on your side.
But truth affirms what you suppress;
You cannot stand before the Lord.
Your knee, unbowed, must soon confess
In light of God’s eternal word.
Just let it go. Give up. Give in.
By faith be pardoned of your sin.
PROMPT #13: write a poem that joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.”
That vile poem about Grown-ass Woman Soda referenced in today’s prompt
almost brought on a poetry crisis… but I bounced back.