The Great Tussle

Every day I grapple with sin
Ts the power of flesh within 
Each time I stand; I stand in faith 
...Ts the work of the spirit within  

Good and evil tussle 
My mind is the battle field 
Like myself I won't yield 
Heaven and hades struggle  

Every day I grapple with sin 
Now I am new born 
Twas the flesh within 
... At the cross my grief's  borne !
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Agustin Avatar
November 23, 2024 at 5:01 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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