From tender years, I've known the line
Between what's right and wrong,
A wrong that serves, though veiled it seems,
A path of virtue, how it gleams.
The right—it guides, no shame it brings,
Though effort costs, my spirit sings.
Yet in my grasp, illusions lie,
Fleeting desires beneath the sky.
I see the good, I shun the ill,
Yet find myself doing wrong still.
Where righteousness should brightly blaze,
I drift away, its lessons unlearned.
Emotions surge, a rising tide,
And cloak the faults I try to hide.
For moment's ease, for passing gain,
I trade the truth to soften pain.
The right—it calls, though hard to find,
A rugged climb for heart and mind.
Deep within, my spirit ache,
Yet flesh resists as wisdom turns.
What I desire, I cannot seize;
What I resist brings me to my knees.
A quiet truth my soul implores:
To walk with God—and open doors.
Yet this ascent, so pure, so bright,
Reveals His grace in fiercest fight.
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