The Constant Cry Against Sin: Called for Holiness- Part 01
I am a Christian, yet I wrestle daily.
Men say, "Remove what makes you fall,"
and they speak wisely.
But Oh, Lord you see me.
You see the war within me
For I delight in Your law in my inward being,
Yet another law wages war in my members.
I cannot blame my environment,
For the battlefield is my mind.
I cannot excuse my fall,
For I know your truth.
Your Word says,
"The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak."
And here I stand willing, yet weak.
I have no defense to offer.
No excuse to present.
For I know the truth
and it convicts me.
I know my falls.
I know my cravings.
I know my addiction
I know it by name.
O Lord, hear me.
Help me. Help me. Help me.
I love You deeply,
yet my falling makes distance between you and I
What I once feared,
I have grown familiar with.
And I tremble,
for I fear I have leaned too casually upon Your grace.
Lord, I am trying.
But how heavy is the flesh
that it resists the spirit that longs for You?
From a place of darkness I cry
Will You hear me, O Lord?
Will You rescue me, O God of David?
Will You break these chains that I have both hated and embraced?
For What I once rejected,
I have now held close.
The sin I fought
has become my comfort.
Like a child with a teddy bear,
I cling to what destroys and wounds me.
I hug what is killing me.
God, hear me.
Hear me from the place sin has dragged me into.
Lift me from the dust I once craved.
For I long to serve You
but how can the lost lead himself home?
I am in desperate need of You.
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