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 !
Copyright © Emmanuel Liadi | Year Posted 2016
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