O wretched man 

There are those days
when shadows of
my lesser self
obstruct the light,
and in my groping,
Nephi’s words
reflect my plight:
“O wretched man … I am!”
With him I grieve,
and sorrow
over frailties
that haunt my
conscious mind
and tempt with
hopelessness
relief
I seek to find.

Yet there is One
whose light
will never fail,
whose mercy
makes a way
for my escape.
He opens up the gates.
His love can make me whole!
And with Nephi
I rejoice
and plead,
“O Lord, …
redeem my soul”!

-Phyllis Baker White

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