A poem based on I John 3:19=21
The tempter whispers in my heart
You sure you even made a start?
You never do the things you should,
You never do what Jesus would!
You are a mess! A hopeless case!
The very worst of Adam’s race!
Yes, in God’s race, no point to run,
Just give it up and have some fun.
Then, off to rot in hell with me
Away from God’s eternity:
It seems he’s right, I quite agree
I see there’s nothing good in me.
God could not fix a mess like I
So I will just sit here and cry
I would just fail, why bother try?
But WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT
God is greater, than my self-hate.
He just does not agree with me,
He knows I’m his, he’s set me free.
Now, if I’d just agree he’s right,
I’d find my courage and my might.
Lord, hold my hand, stand by my side
And help me crush this awful pride
Help me accept that I am just plain wrong
Accept your Grace, live in it’s song.
Oh, all the things that we will do
When I admit
That I’m false and You are true
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