Desires of a Sinful Heart
The valley lights they never fade
Yet darkness washes over me
Remote my place, His severed aid,
Removed me from the covered trees
The safety underneath His wing
The warning signs were loud and clear
Each night of black, the fire stings
Respawned in blaze in such nightmares
And my body poisoned with hate,
Gradually ceasing to endure,
Boundless worms have chosen to sate,
My soul charred in pieces obscured.
The Pits of Gehenna call forth
And confessors confess their sins
like the steady flame to a moth
the furnace burns their flapping wings
But the fire does not consume
It serves as an emblem of woe
Existing but in utter ruin
as slaves to act the endless show.
Instead of burning out we fade,
Away to unknowing, to life,
A life in quarantine’s sick shade,
Lacking the gratitude to thrive
The desires of a sinful heart
The demand for independence
Hinders choice, for God’s love to start,
by promoting nonattendance.
To destroy one’s ability
To love, to have joy, to know God
Sinful desire must trump willfully
And with outer darkness applaud.
This must be what one feels when they
Repudiate God and Heaven
Hell is the self-effacing way
One falls out of love with God’s beckon.