In hopes of solace, I sought refuge in others' built.
To free this burdened soul from flightless coil.
Yet my endeavors only multiplied my suffering.
But if I persisted, joy would someday stand.
Yet His grace and mercy remained unseen, in awe.
Blind to the devil's hand, my heart a garden overgrown.
But with the sin that had taken root and grown.
Rendering my flesh frail and unyielding in within.
Seeking slumber's embrace, my mind remained.
But my sustenance and musings are all that I feel.
Yet the toil for redemption proved a greater burden to carry.
I descended deep, with no plea to keep.
Only in Christ did I find freedom for my soul to be.
Grace and the law now walk hand in hand with me, bold.
Yet in its essence, grace is set. Suffered for me, my sins to restrain.
While only in Christ can one find salvation that roots.