Self is the epitome of my troubles' tears
The center molten core of my darkest fears
The repulsive nature of my youth daunts my very logic
And yet still I refuse to do something about it
I have the power
This I know
For the Bible tells me so
But my willing heart does what it wills and stands as a stumbling block in the way of destiny
Die, flesh, die!
Gain green sin eats away at my soul and I need to just...
Surrender...
Perfect love casts out all fear but I think I'm just lazy and immature to be consistent
Consistency requires experience and blood-mingled failures to be produced
With Christ as my rain and experience as my soil, I shall overcome
I haven't heard the last of me
About Me
- Sarae
- Detroit, MI
- Washed in the blood of the Lamb. My life is for Him. For evey fear and doubt, I dare to say I can. For every sin-soaked dust-ling, He exchanges His own beauty. For every healing, I sing. It is my rightful duty. There are no words, I ask myself "Why am I writing?". Maybe it's to encourage those who use love as their weapon for fighting.
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