I wrote this poem last June about my wrestlings with sin and desire for Christ. I hope it serves as an encouragement.

The fog of war (read: sin) descends
Upon my all-too-busy brain,
Flitting, floating, fouling, forgetting
That life is Christ and death is gain.
So Sovereign God, grab hold and pull–
Plant this poor man upon the Word
So yearning, living, dying, living
I might know (read: love) my Lord.