Everyday I try to pull a little more <br />Of those weeds that pop up in my life. <br />Not knowing how they all got there <br />It seems… of endless dredge and strife. <br /> <br />Their roots go deep and hold on tight <br />Deep beneath… the soil of my skin. <br />Even though some have flowers disguise <br />They are still… my weeds of sin. <br /> <br />No matter how I try to kill them myself <br />They keep on coming back. <br />Until I go to God in prayer for forgiveness <br />And ask Him to give them all a whack! <br /> <br />By: Linda Winchell <br />Copyright: 2009<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weeds-of-sin/
