Good Intentions

My beautiful intentions come when things are not at peace.
Those good intentions carry me where duties may all cease.
Such beautiful intentions can be nothing but insults,
to all the great performing tasks that bring about results.

And thoughts of great intentions come in plans so very swirled
and binds me as a hostage in this wicked, sinful world.
Intentions are the greatest but am I still drawn to sin,
when actions are but only thoughts and work need not begin?

Despite intentions beautiful, I've now begun to hate
these lands of vast utopia on clouds that dissipate.
My dreams come crashing down despite a weather that is fair.
Foundation's can't be only poured on well intentioned prayer.

What if Christ had good intentions that were not applied
and He had stayed up there in Heav'n and wasn't crucified?
But God has never, never failed and He waits for us still.
Our good intentions won't bring change ...but faithfulness sure will!

This poem was a finalist in the September 2012 poetry contest