POEMS: With you

I pen this words to paper,
sorry, for my sins are even greater,
a part of me keeps postponing conversion to later,
God�s grace shows me that it�s fatal.
How did I get into this, was it accidental?
An examination of conscience is most fundamental.
Fear; the foe of my soul, speaks oriental.
Courage; God�s shield for me goes confidential.
I seek, through all these, something special.
I end up with something even better,
trials and troubles, no matter the weather,
I�ll make it through with you; together.