Flesh on the rise like the tide when I go surfing. You can see just what I prize in my life when I go searching. Ro-ro-roaming with my eyes and surprised, sin is lurking. Gets me every time and inside, man Im hurting. Pretending that Im fine, but its a lie man, Im burdened cause of whats inside is never satisfied, so I serve it. Afraid of getting caught so I hide, Im so nervous. Scared that I may die begging Christ to reverse it. LORD, you are the gospel, such a bad scene. Even if I clear my history, my past aint clean, and I can try to clean it up, but it never seems enough. I trust myself, then hurt myself. Fail, this is tough. I need the gospel to clearly see my sin for what it is. One brings life, the other, death man, to me plus my kids. Selfish in my ways and its gone put me in the grave, but Christ can save. To set you free, no longer be enslaved.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 22:25:09 +0000
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