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