Finding My Way Home
(A faith poem by Wain)
Dear God,
I wanted to be free from all your rules
To no longer care what you had to say
To decide alone what is right or wrong
To be free to live my life my own _ _ _
My sinful mind reasoned …
Why deny myself sex before marriage?
What greater pleasure is there on this earth?
I can satisfy my needs without love
And I can kill any child before _ _ _ _ _
What’s the point of always telling the truth?
Sometimes a good lie can help me to win
I don’t have to suffer for my mistakes
And I can ignore my conscience _ _ _ _ _
What’s the big deal about stealing something?
In this world smart people take what they can
It is normal to want to have nice things
No need to worry if I’m a poor _ _ _
But something isn’t right. …
Why does my freedom feel so empty?
Why does my way leave me unfulfilled?
Should I be nurturing my sinful self?
Or is it someone who needs to be _ _ _ _ _ _?
Oh Lord, please forgive me for failing
For not knowing that your way is best
Please guide me in finding my way home
I’m weary and in need of much _ _ _ _
Your son,
Wain