#sin poems on Hello Poetry

Raphael Uzor Apr 2014

His Sun of righteousness
Beams into my ***** secrets
Revealing rotten intentions
Orchestrated by self will and hatred

Leaving me ashamed of my filth,
Aware of my guilt,
Conscious of my void,
Convicted of my sin!*

© Raphael Uzor

#sin #conviction

Rl Apr 2014

Jesus, Lover of my soul

I am a grenade in his arms
burning, fire destructive
still He holds me

I am a lost stream of strange desires
of sin and sorrow and addiction
still, He is with me

I am a beast that no-one wants to love
a home built in caves of shadows and darkness
still He sees me

His love is an avalanche,
His forgiveness meant death,
His power is God.

Who is like you Jesus?

#love #feelings #sin #broken #addiction #depression #life #god #religion #sadness #anxiety #sorrow #christian #jesus

AD Sifford Apr 2014

A Prodigal's Prayer

You see me now
You know I've sinned
I've blown it all, Lord
Yet again

I've broken them,
My promises
A fault's been made
And mine it is

I know it brings you pain inside
To turn from you
And feed my pride
So Lord I lift my hands to Thee
God, take this pride away from me
Lord, see my heart from on Your throne
I offer it to You alone

For without You,
Who would I be?
In you alone is my soul free
O, without You,
What could I do?
It's by Your grace I've been renewed

And Father God, please hear my prayer,
Imperfect as I am,
My slate is clean
Because You care
So thank you for your Lamb

|Written May 12, 2011|
* from my first, brief, wholly personal collection, Ignite, being poem #1. Please see the collection page itself.

"A Prodigal's Prayer" was the first of my poems written purely of my own free will (rather than as a school assignment).

A legitimate prayer, APP was written during the time when I was learning about true Grace, the power Christ's sacrifice HAS ALREADY given me (and all believers) over sin, and how to overcome shame, throughout a process by which God slowly broke my then perpetual addiction to *******.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poems, but I ask that you show courtesy. Please be honest about the authorship by attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford

#sin #addiction #depression #prayer #god #religion #hope #betrayal #lust #forgiveness

Daylight 4U2C Apr 2014

Sweeter Than Honey

This is not the person you once knew,
my face is dried and thin.
I haven't got the faintest clue,
how the picture remains,
nor who,
why,
or when.
I only recall some old 'honey' song
And how every line would begin,
"I love, love, love you."
As if to not speak of love was a sin.
I no longer know what to say or do,
struggling to remorse here once again.
It hasn't been very long,
but I feel I have forgotten the feel of your skin.

#love #sin #not #why #of #if #i #the #and #what #this #you #line #*** #my #no #skin #old #when #was #it #honey #do #only #to #speak #but #say #have #song #here #is #face #person #forgotten #thin #know #picture #feel #who #remorse #knew #once #long #would #how #again #every #longer #begin #your #remains #as #hasnt #or #been #some #very #got #dried #havent #faintest #clue #nor #recall #struggling

Cynthia Apr 2014

The River of Life

I am lost in a dry land
without direction,
with no destination,
No one to come to my rescue
So far and distant,
a glimpse of You is what I crave
I have gone astray and is hard to seek Your face
My soul is downcast from fighting in the flesh
As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for You

I desperately thirst for the living water,
Pure, like the river in heaven
that floods from the throne of God bringing life

Day and night,
I longed to see Your face,
I cry out loud for Your embrace
So, when can I go and meet with You again?
My soul thirsts for a glimpse of the living God.

Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.

Psalm 42

#love #suicide #direction #sin #fear #depression #pain #hope #faith #courage

W Winchester Apr 2014

Of Sins and Sincerity

Maybe it's sick to think there is only one way to get someone to notice you

Maybe it's awful that they aren't noticing you, in fact they've never seen your face

But is it so wrong that they like what they see?
Is it so wrong that you like the way they respond?

You like the way they talk,
even though they don't know your name

You like the pet names and ***** sentences

You like the way they suddenly can control you
without touching you

But you know you can never tell anyone
No matter how "innocent" it is

But really...

Is it so wrong to want someone to think you're *beautiful?

#sin #guilt #innocent #nasty #sincerity

AD Sifford Apr 2014

The Ladder

There is a ladder that I climb
And climb I shall through all of time
The wood is rough and splintery
And so the task is hard, you see
And as I climb my arms grow weak
My bones, like the rungs, bend and creak
Sometimes resolve abandons me
My head goes down and I can't see
When climbing in this careless way
I lose my hold and slip away
So, quickly I fall ten feet down
I tell myself to not look down
I grab hold of the rung again
Then meditate and rest my chin
The rung has now a coat of slime
It feels I'll slip another time
I push the thought out of my head
For if I fall, then I'll be dead
I wipe away the dreadful slime
And climb again, step at a time
And though the top I'll never see,
I keep my gaze ahead of me.

"Why do you climb", a man once asked
"...If you cannot complete the task?"
"There are two worlds", I said to him
"...And one of them is filled with sin
Within that world, you'll find no light
Your soul is bound by fear and spite
In the other, you can see
Your heart's made whole and you are free
The line between these worlds is broad
That is the world on which we trod

But even here amidst our strife
You'll find there are two sides of life
We start between and go one way
By choices we make every day
This road we take is gradual
We slowly fall as blinded fools
Unless we climb the other way
And so please hear these things I say

As I climb, the light gets brighter
And the load on me becomes much lighter
The truth's revealed and my heart made full
As I climb away from sin's dark rule

So, where's this ladder that I climb?
He's here; take hold. He's yours and mine"

|Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection, being poem #10. Please see the collection page itself.

The final original poem in the Emerge project set, "The Ladder" brought my own poem contribution to Emerge to a close, wrapping up my part in the theme with an open invitation to the reader to follow the God of my own lessons learned--The Father of Jesus Christ--Yahweh!

The Ladder was my most popular poem in my Emerge collection among my friends and family, and I feel it's one of my most favored and respected/appreciated poems I've ever written, even to this day. It's one people I know still bring up when my poetry is in conversation. Perhaps childishly, I think this bittered me towards it a bit. I love this poem, and it was certainly lead by The Spirit, and I hope it will have an impact in the world. But were other poems in the set that have deeper personal significance and treasured value for me, that I guess others will never be able, by no fault of their own, to appreciate.

At the time, TL was the longest poem I had ever written, and I believe it was actually the last one I wrote for Emerge.

The word "rung" all throughout the poem was originally "bar". I didn't know what they were called! :P

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poems, but I ask that you show courtesy. Please be honest about the authorship by attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford

#sin #fear #depression #life #future #god #religion #hope #past #strength

AD Sifford Apr 2014

Unwelcome Visitor

It stands outside my window
It knocks upon my door
To it, I say "I will not go
You do not own me anymore"
It then casts back a wicked grin
And with a voice too foul and vile
It says to me "We'll meet again
And I'll be waiting all the while"
It turns away and leaves me be
And though it will return one day
Sin never shall have victory
Because to God, for strength, I pray

|Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection, being poem #9. Please see the collection page itself.

In the heart and spirit of "The Living Fire" and "Snare", I wrote "Unwelcome Visitor" in prayerful inspiration, but in more of a quick burst than the others. I believe I wrote it the same night as "Snare".

It's a reminder that though sin and temptation always crouch at the door, calling us back, God gives us the strength we need; let's keep our eyes on Him. Because despite the fact that we fell, and at times even may still stumble, God carries us by the hand. And that lion crouching at the door, waiting to devour us? Well, God's already crushed it, shackled its feet, and bound in it chains. You have freedom through Jesus Christ. Believe it. And should you stumble, pick up, accept God's grace which is more than your own, and move on, move forward in Him. Our victory awaits ahead, in Heaven, where our Advocate sits seated at God's right Hand. Amen.

I revisited "Unwelcome Visitor" in 2012, expanding it and tweaking it as I converted it into the form of a song. It's the most progress I've ever achieved on a song I've written, and it was done for a school project in my guitar class. I wrote (with some help from a friend on chord choice & arrangement) and recorded it with vocals, chords, a melody, and some extra effects. Unfortunately, the compiled recording file got corrupted and is lost forever. But I'd love to make and finish it in recorded form.
The expanded song lyric version is probably about 6-7 times the length of the poem in this original form.

I liked UWV so much, I even started writing a supernatural thriller novel based on it (but I've had some writer's block), and have had thorough ideas for a music video for the song version.

Like many of my other poems and writings, Unwelcome Visitor is a gift from God.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poetry, I just ask that you show courtesy by being honest and attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford

#sin #fear #life #god #religion #lust #past #fight #strength #change