Sin waits to swallow me, All the day
lurking, marking to fall my steps, On me
it shines its oppressive rays, waiting to
kill my soul. It drenches me with taunts
of woe, that I my flesh should feed not
starve, for when all is said and done,
grace will abound all the more. 'No, sin,'
the spirit in me replies, 'iniquity shall
bring no psalms of joy, but obedience
shall kindly yield, the heart a happy
bliss,
even though the flesh begins to die, for
eyes were made to gaze at God, and
hands were made to ask for more. As
long as I dwell in this redeemed tent,
then I shall war till He safely meets his
Lord.'
K.Oni
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