My conscience nags, accusing me
Of being what I shouldn't be.
It turns my thinking deep within
And emphasizes ev'ry sin--
Or else it says I'm pure and clear
And says there's nothing I should fear.
It serves a purpose, guiding me,
But must be trained so it can see
The way of truth, the path of light,
What's pure and holy in God's sight.
The aim of our charge is love that issues from a pure heart and a good conscience and a sincere faith.
--1 Timothy 1:5 ESV
But solid food is for the mature, for those who have their powers of discernment trained by constant practice to distinguish good from evil.
--Hebrews 5:14 ESV
Poem and photo ©2009 James L. Swindle