wages of sin

wages of sin

A Poem by Tinasha LaRayé

messing up in life...


Am I the death of me?

Indebted to my wrong

No coin no dollar no shiny platter

To repay the witness I've tarnished


The vessel I've misused

Destroyed from ill abuse

In poverty to my flesh

My spirit mourns this debt

The wages of my transgressions

The cost for all my sin

The only way to make amends

Is through my final end


Forgive me father

For I know just what I've done

I stepped on the battlefield

And the enemy won

© 2010 Tinasha LaRayé

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Tinasha LaRayé
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Well written, as the enemy
within yourself acknowleges.
a confrontational piece with
resolve...nicely done.

Posted 10 Years Ago

this feels like a transformation
an acknowledgement and a death of a destructive habit
a need for change
a shift into the new
maybe the old enemy won but the brave one was the one that went out to the battlefield
who will continue to fight...

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on August 9, 2010
Last Updated on August 9, 2010
Tags: sin, condemnation, judgment day, faith, God, Christianity, mistakes


Tinasha LaRayé
Tinasha LaRayé


I am because my mother birthed me my father planted me my God created me. Life has unfolded for me in 29 chapters so far with two brothers a smile and a few good memories to show for it. I am because .. more..