Invincible

I am not an invincible,
Nor was I made to be,
For I am made of simpler stuff,
‘But dust’ and frailty.

The stain of sin on my garment,
Dirt beneath fingernails,
Testify to human weakness,
That over will prevails.

What I would do, I do not do,
What I would not, I will,
Sin lurks over my dying self,
Feasting upon its kill.

Fig leaves I wrap to hide myself,
From your eyes and my own,
Community you provided,
That healing I might know.

But pride, but shame, but fear of light,
Keep closed these heavy doors,
Alone I fight, alone I fail,
In darkness weep alone.

I am not an invincible,
Why do I try to be?
Forgetting I am simpler stuff,
‘But dust’ and frailty.

But You, Eternal, remember,
That I am but a sigh,
Forgive me and restore me to,
Your presence or I die.

Be merciful, I have no hope,
In anyone but you,
I cannot make this deceived heart,
Beat rightfully and true.

I admit weakness stubbornly,
Yet it must now be said,
I am but dust, and ash, and mud,
Without your holy breath.

I am not an invincible,
I will not try to be,
god, when God is living,
Obedient, I cling.