Tempted Overcomer
What is in my mind?
Is it sweet music or is it the tune of death?
It keeps moving forward, forward, forward.
I cannot stop it of my own volition.
The will of the flesh is too strong.
What can I do?
There is no self-help for me, for I am weak.
The cello suite of Bach plays up and down
I go back and forth, back and forth
And time runs on.
The sad pull pulls on.
Who can help?
Wait. There He is.
His spirit, his power, awakens within.
There is light to pierce the night
A sword to slash through my thoughts
Where play many demons
Their laughter at my struggle abates.
Now they fight to stay as flesh wars with spirit.
It’s gone! I’m free!
Wait. The tug.
I feel it once more.
Let it be gone! Let it be over!
Who can deliver me from this body of death?
But there He is again, undeterred by failure.
He pulls me back.
When will it be over?
Each time I fail Jesus pulls me back.
Mercy and grace are abundant
Though I deserve neither.
Each time I fail I become more desperate.
More aware of the composition within.
I apologize, repent, rebuke
Seemingly to no avail.
And yet I am learning about myself.
I am not the saint I supposed myself to be.
No better than a prostitute or thief.
Humility hurts, but strengthens.
Through our weakness He is strong.
More time passes.
As it does, I learn more.
I take my stance then grapple with the enemy.
Sometimes I conquer, sometimes not.
But I learn.
My defense gets stronger
My offense quicker, more accurate.
The fight is intense, but I am winning.
Always will there be failures
Hurts I do to myself
But always there will be my help and defender
My Lord and shepherd.
I will hear his voice even above the music.
What is in my mind?
Is it sweet music or is it the tune of death?
It keeps moving forward, forward, forward.
I cannot stop it of my own volition.
The will of the flesh is too strong.
What can I do?
There is no self-help for me, for I am weak.
The cello suite of Bach plays up and down
I go back and forth, back and forth
And time runs on.
The sad pull pulls on.
Who can help?
Wait. There He is.
His spirit, his power, awakens within.
There is light to pierce the night
A sword to slash through my thoughts
Where play many demons
Their laughter at my struggle abates.
Now they fight to stay as flesh wars with spirit.
It’s gone! I’m free!
Wait. The tug.
I feel it once more.
Let it be gone! Let it be over!
Who can deliver me from this body of death?
But there He is again, undeterred by failure.
He pulls me back.
When will it be over?
Each time I fail Jesus pulls me back.
Mercy and grace are abundant
Though I deserve neither.
Each time I fail I become more desperate.
More aware of the composition within.
I apologize, repent, rebuke
Seemingly to no avail.
And yet I am learning about myself.
I am not the saint I supposed myself to be.
No better than a prostitute or thief.
Humility hurts, but strengthens.
Through our weakness He is strong.
More time passes.
As it does, I learn more.
I take my stance then grapple with the enemy.
Sometimes I conquer, sometimes not.
But I learn.
My defense gets stronger
My offense quicker, more accurate.
The fight is intense, but I am winning.
Always will there be failures
Hurts I do to myself
But always there will be my help and defender
My Lord and shepherd.
I will hear his voice even above the music.
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