That which I would not, that again I do”

Paul, the apostle, fought it just like I:

That stubbornness his own course to pursue,

Having it “my way, flying my own sky.

Take all my proud rebellion from my choices,

Too many days are wrapped in aftermath,

Because I heeded pride’s seductive voices.

And know full-well a better course to steer.

Yet, like a dog who hears some feral song

Slinks off, pretending master not to hear,

I seek my own, rebellious, fancied cheer

Risking all comfort simply not to hear.

Impaled with thorn and my besetting sin

I choose rebellion’s way to my chagrin

 I could have gone the way Wisdom had shown

 But chose the road to ruin; ‘twas my own.

(8/23/06)
Gene Pinkney

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