The War Within (A Poem)
*based on Romans 7
I am not good
not one part.
Riddled with lust, pride, envy, and strife
who will deliver this bag of bones?
Desires out of whack
inclinations aimed for death.
Goodness a mythical creature
unfamiliar among the mortal.
I want to do good
I know what’s right.
But this earthen vessel bent and broken
withered and bruised.
A corpse of inconsistencies aimed
in wrong directions, locations, and neighborhoods.
The heart wants what the heart wants
yet never satisfying and thirst quenching.
I try with all my might
but fail with every valiant attempt.
Who will deliver me?
Who will calm the war within?
Who holds the keys
for releasing the prisoner inside?
Who can deliver me from this body of death
and sin and evil and carbon?
The All Parts Good.
Who tasted death
and spit it out of his mouth?
a King with no rival.
who faced the turmoil within,
that not even in death could win.
has won the war within.