Sonnet: Oft In Sin

However well, I make up my mind, still I succumb to the devil's temptations; Repeatedly sinning, my soul is ill; The grace of God is dwindling to rations! How weak I'm as a human being then! I give in to my body's desires; And when I commit sin very often, My body, heart and soul, devil hires! Remorse makes me to feel for all my guilts; Repentance follows it sometimes quite fast; I feel I'm walking in danger with stilts; And feel so sorry for my sinful past! This cycle gets repeated yet, again! I wander off my ear-marked road and lane!