Thou Shalt Not Covet

by E. T. Scyffore

In the most trying of times; and in the most difficult moments.
Why is it that my knees can't find the time to bend
to you in total reverence and praise?
Could it be that my heart has turned from following you?
Could it be that I have chosen to make my bed among
the defiled, and unbelieving?
Only to enjoy the pleasures of ny sin for a season.

When my tears have dried, and those most trusted have not the answers,
or the ability to provide the peace I so earnestly seek.
Why is it that my voice cannot be heard within your heavenly gates?
Why is it that I have cone to believe a life of sin to be my fate?

Such answers demand clarity, but insight has eluded me.
Could it be that my eyes no longer see the prize at the end of the race?

Could it be that I have chosen turmoil and confusion to be my weight?
As a result of ny folly:
my heart has become entrenched in a web of deceit.
I had chosen to entertain the delusions of my mind:
causing me to see not as though it were.
In my efforts to walk forth as a man I forgot thy holy command.
Now my cup is filled with the juice of the bitter herb.
The nectar which once was sweet has appeared to be the wormwood of defeat.
How great a lesson.  How indignant my soul does feel.
Yet to complain is far from me, for it was I who broke thy holy command...
Thou shalt not covet.

Thou Shalt Not Covet by E. T. Scyffore

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