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There is a nail-scarred footprint on the back of Satan's neck
Although for a
time and here for now, he will make your life a wreck
But take great
heart, for the Christian as Paul eagerly foretold
His grace is
sufficient for us, and in weakness we are bold
After our
conversion, we’re challenged to forsake and to wean
To turn our
back on the world and pursue daily cleaning
To take captive
every thought, but not as a pompous scholar
But to humble
ourselves and to uplift his mighty honor
If we only read
and try to apply it as a mindful thinker
We cease to
change the world and are prone to pointing fingers
Graves are
filled with dead corpses that never met perfection
Maturity was
lost, and growth stunted for His great affection
What pleasures
got in our way? What pride of one's life?
Hindered the
fullness of the fruit with no thought of the afterlife
He who started
a transforming work in us won't stop or delay
Can a verse in
a poem be comfort if we are bent to keep astray?
The battle is
always present deep where the spirit dwells
Fatigued, we
fight all day to claim victory over ourselves
Labors and
mercies feverishly offered, poured out, and spent
To what end
will we decay before we accept why he was sent?
Known is the
walk that is stony and climbs all uphill
Leaning forward
in the fight is His divine will
No discipline
at the time seems pleasant to enjoy
But maybe he
established a lesson, and it should be employed
Warriors hate
to admit defeat and to admit we are weak
Affliction
molds our hearts; that is his loving technique
God is quite
clear that he will abolish our ego and our pride
Whenever we are
haughty, He turns his face aside
He came to show
the way and to flip us upside down
There is a lot
of discerning from under that thorny crown
Denying all of
ourselves and following the honored king
Dying in our
own way, we must perform spiritual hygiene
by: Brian Zeringue

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