I Trows

i trows
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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

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