Withering (Poem)

I see many withering

and going astray

like leaves blown by wind

in His eternal presence

never to stay.

Therefore, I plead the Lord

to grant sufficient grace

regardless my fallen state,

so this sinner may attain

His purposes not to late.

That I may endure

in overcoming weakness

and to remain in Him, my cry

I'm reminded following flesh

the proof I knelt before the lie.

So, I pray this tempting Saul

relentlessly by my side,

fearfully flee out of sight.

And the darkness burdening me

forever overcome by His light.

The need for comfort will lure

to religion oozing easiness.

A fickle faith bought at no cost,

will swindle the shallow,

to always dwell with the lost.

When enticed to live a life

chasing the significance of self,

carnal desires will be first

and a world worshipped,

only to join the endlessly cursed.

Believers not set apart,

for the Spirit is forsaken.

They demand their best lives now

and being hopelessly ignorant

do not perceive to whom they bow.

Swaying on the broad road,

intoxicated by false conversions,

behold a holiness, hardly skin deep.

Yet, their lives bearing witness

to a sure separation they shall reap.

May the Lord bestow mercy

on the desperately deceived

to believe that by only grace

all their worldly weaknesses

justified, merely by His embrace.

No need to turn from sin

and no desire to change,

a repentance without tears

causing habits without remorse,

to bring about their worst fears.

For I see many withering

and going astray, and

like leaves blown by wind

in His eternal presence

never to stay.