'Weeds Of Sin'
Everyday I try to pull a little more
by Linda Winchell
Of those weeds that pop up in my life.
Not knowing how they all got there
It seems… of endless dredge and strife.
Their roots go deep and hold on tight
Deep beneath… the soil of my skin.
Even though some have flowers disguise
They are still… my weeds of sin.
No matter how I try to kill them myself
They keep on coming back.
Until I go to God in prayer for forgiveness
And ask Him to give them all a whack!
By: Linda Winchell