Sin
In this old world where sin abounds,
you never catch the Devil at rest.
As a Christian I must be on guard,
at the ready for his next test.
Seeking from God, His measure of grace,
my token for just today.
So when tempted and must escape,
He'll have readied for me a way.
Before God was in my life each day,
it seemed my life would come unwound.
Until I learned "where sin abounded,
Grace did much more abound".
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008
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