A Poem

Darkness.
No amount of darkness can hide a spark of light, they say.
I don't understand that at times.
Should I go farther into the subject, I think I may.
This may be kinda random because I'm not all that good at the rhymes.
When I look into my heart, I see nothing but darkness.
I see nothing except an empty black hole.
Nothing is there to produce the spark of light.
Or, so I think.
God's the light, but He's not just a spark.
I have Him in my heart, but my dark sin is covering Him up.
I'm sick and tired of the dirt of my sin.
All I have to do is ask.
I have to ask God to re-wash it to be as white as snow.
My heart can't handle the sin.
God's hands can.
So, I say I will give it all to Him.
But, do I do it?
Do I just say it?
I try to do it.
I try not to just say it.
Repent. Repent. Repent.
It's what I hear every Sunday.
I hear it. I hear it. I hear it.
But, that just isn't good enough.
I need to do it.
Easier said than done.
Turn away from sin, even though it's fun.
I don't mean I enjoy to sin.
But, that's the devil's point.
He wants us to enjoy it.
To have fun.
Well, here's the thing Satan, I'm done.
No more sin, no more of your fun.
I'm giving it all to God.
My heart is His, and certainly not yours.
I know this won't be easy.
But, you know what?
I can.
I will.
I surrender.
God, I'm Yours.