Rain Against The Glass

Poem

I want to put God first,
But my desires are the worst.
Everything I do is for me,
But that's not how I want to be.
I want to set my sights up high,
To the Heavens I want to fly.
But my arms are heavy with the weight,
Of everything that I should hate.
Humans love evil,
And we are no longer able,
To push away any desire,
That rages inside us like a wildfire.
We remember all the bad stuff that we did,
Like fighting, lying, everything that God forbid.
We were never good,
Not even during childhood.
We push God aside,
As if we can hide,
From the sins that we committed,
And the innocence that left or faded.
I know everything I've done wrong,
My list of sins is much too long.
And even though I recall my past,
I always end up putting God last.