Ragged infidel

jettisoned from my

moorings again

Isn't it plain

the train of thought

and where it goes?

It's past time to intercept

strong on my knees

but standing inept

The wrestling is never done

the implications far too great

The battle left unfought

is a win for the blackened gates

So ply my trade in prayer

to my Lord who longs to hear

the cry of a lonely sinner

whose burden is made clear