O Wretched Girl That I Am! (a poem)

“O wretched man that I am!
My soul grieveth because of mine iniquities.”
-2nd Nephi 4:17

I count my sins there one by one
Replaying careless things I’ve done
I wear them like a heavy stain
What did I add to Christ’s pain?
…
My weakness is glaring, staring me in the face
Imperfections are taunting me, haunting my space
Looking for a break from this world of self-doubt
But Lucifer never does call time out
…
Though a wretched girl I am
There’s hope and healing in the Lamb
So head up, play on, game’s not over yet
And even in a war, savor a little respite
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Stop carrying that weight, and save guilt for sin
And even when you fail, you can be forgiven!
No matter what wiles the devil may employ
Remember this: “[wo]men are that they might have joy“