Reflection

Looking at the reflection I don't like what I'm looking at, 
this is suppose to be a mirror so why I feel like I'm 
looking back, my past then passed on that part of me is 
dead gone, but everyday I find myself repenting what I 
been forgiven for, this is not the same me that I saw 
yesterday surrendering to Jesus and crucifying my old 
ways if only they knew the man they look upon is, just a 
weak sinner who at times fails to put on his 
armor...suicide bomber, the devil tells me to kill myself 
spiritual tug of war but still my lifestyle says rebel. No 
matter what it looks like I'm apart of the rebellion, so I 
know with every cry for help from the Holy Spirit my flesh 
is melting, and I know I'm not living up, up to his 
standard no matter how hard I try my sin he can't stand 
it, and I can't just make excuses murmur about my 
weakness, I make war against myself I refuse to abort this 
life I live in Christ like a fetus

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