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 feel hate,
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.
All the cruelty and insults,
will they ever end?
This isn't God's will,
this isn't God's plan.