Can I but dig a shallow trench within
To bury all the failures from my past
And find the traps to keep me far from sin?
Success, I know, will come to me at last.
The walls and battlements fill me with fear,
I tremble knowing what it takes to scale
Those well defended towers, Satan reared.
Yet onward must I march, I will not fail.
From some infected wound upon my heart
The pangs of memory call me to quit.
The pain is not now real though, I will start
My labors now, all true, not counterfeit.
Although confusion reigns within my brain,
My heart still says I know what's now to gain.
Frank Garnick