God’s Word says, “All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God” — Romans 3:23

Poisoned!
Not by any clever assassin,
nor by any evil beast,
but by my own hand
is my life poisoned.

It was self-ingested.
Ignorant and arrogant,
I mixed a slurry of selfish sin
and, thinking it good for me,
drank the mixture in.

It’s a fatal poison
that kills both life and love.
I’ve tried to cure myself
(focused on self, self, self)
but I just made it worse.

Only One in all the world
has the cure I need.
The question now is,
will I humbly call that Doctor
and beg Him to be freed?

Devotional poem © 2016 Michael Himick. Used with permission.