I Trows

i trows --------- all sin within is Gods opponent old habits, mans ancient component most no longer mine though towards some i still incline about me the bickering of demons writhes reminding me insistantly of Satans' tithes it's all about me, they say, i am a miracle to be yet i know better, you see, for i can see pride is a sin, free for now, yet i can count the cost a lifetime isn't long enough to make back what i've lost yet through Jesus i've only some years to give to tears and an eternity to bask in the presence of Heavely peers i am within sight, almost, of God now within the Presence today, you ask how? Jesus spent thirty-some years painfully living like us, to die too, but with redemption for the giving miracles He does for us, and then, for people He knew and for enemies and strangers, too He made them healed and new and what service did these luicky souls do? believed, by God, and i can do that, too amid raised eyebrows, i am raised and i trows, and am amazed