Cyndi Cegalis Poet Rhyme

Believer's Battle

We as sinners, want to impress–
      how weak would we appear to admit we regress.
So we remain hidden behind a happy face;
    Stoic in appearance–weakness never showing a trace.

Feeling alone, we are fearful and weak–
     hiding the true face, never admitting defeat.
But the Lord knows our battle with that old nature,
     the ways we puff up to look big in stature.

If we could fully realize the liberty found only in Him,    
     and possess the freedom that Christ did win;
Our knees would crumble, to the ground we would fall,
    and the Spirit of grace will lift us to Whom we are called.

Remember this and our face will shine;
    that God looks on His and says, “you are Mine!”
With our childlike voices, lets admit our need,
     knowing it is only in Jesus, one is truly freed.

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