Battle weary

		My soul is a confused state of affairs
		And I know not what it is.
		It will know what is right
		And will yet dwell upon what is not -
		In its midst lie shadows
		Each ready to subtly rise
		And whisper desires -
		Something that I may abhor
		Yet it appeals still.

		The battle rages
		Back and forth within me -
		And it is oddly as if
		All is hidden from me by diplomats,
		For the knowledge of my soul's happenings
		Is kept from me,
		And only occasionally am I aware 
		Of what is truly happening within.

		Lord Jesus,
		You are the only one capable
		Of cleansing this embattled spirit -
		Bless my heart and give it peace
		And let me serve you
		With the whole of it;
		But above all,
		Thankyou that you are willing
		To fight to the death
		For me -
		And that even when I feel worthless,
		Alone,
		Empty,
		Incapable,
		Impotent, 
		Shallow,
		Absorbed within myself
		And unable to see beyond
		The thick fog that smothers my sight,
		Never do you retract your gift,
		Never do you retract your promises,
		Never do you retract yourself.
		Thankyou.