The Baggage of Sin (a poem)

I don't deserve Him,
with the sins I carry,
When I feel hate and anger, I hate the way I feel.
It's a sin, and when I commit that sin, to Jesus I must appeal,
to be forgiven from the same old sins.
Why can't I change?
I ask myself over and over again.
Jesus said hate is just like murder
how will I ever make it, to myself I wonder.
So much hate, such a senseless war,
So many injustices in this cruel, cruel world.
The cruelty and insults said by leader,
will they ever end?
This isn't God's will,
this isn't God's plan.

MKR