I just felt compelled to write this. . about a month ago. I posted it on myspace and thought i might as well post it on here too... It's about the spiritual battle we all go through in one way or another...
I live in this body, stained crimson with sin.
Spiritual forces battle for my soul within.
The devil devours decieves me and lies,
Tempting me to do the things that I despise.
He taunts and teases me- I play his game.
Then I feel guilty like im drowning in shame.
I need an escape from these chains binding me.
From this cycle of death, I want to be set free!
I cry out to Jesus to help me win this fight.
I am utterly blind- but He restores my sight.
He says "my yoke is easy and my burden is light."
Then he battles beside me all day and all night.
We battle not physical, but spiritual rule.
To turn from my Savior, I'd be a fool.
But Satan returns holding out worldly pleasures.
I fail to resist and forget my true treasures.
Satan condemns me- I'm guilty of sin.
Jesus defends me- cleanses me through Him.
I am not worthy of this love and grace,
But God shapes me and molds me as i look upon His face.
