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
Copyright © Corey Ross | Year Posted 2012
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