Solace
I damn my life a loss
As I kneel before the cross.
Fallen, willing slave of sin,
Pride shields my cries within,
And burns with hated loving woe;
From the dark I need to know:
Why won't you let me go?
O God! Do I not stand,
A shadow of man?
O God! Why must I sin,
Struggles I hate to win?
Curse this morning light I see--
Grace will not give up on me.
- David Wang, '07