Work In Progress
W hittling away at my imperfections,
O nly Jesus can make me whole,
R idding me of selfish inclinations,
K nowing they wreak havoc on my soul.
I am not what I should be,
N either am I what I was.
P urging me of my sinful follies, He
R eminds me of the price He paid,
O n the cruel cross of Calvary, where
G race flowed down and on me was laid.
R epentance is required to follow Jesus.
E rasing sinful thoughts must take place.
S alvation is only the beginning of this journey,
S elf must die as I seek His face.
5/9/21
Entered in Brian Strand's All Yours (5/11) contest
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