Here I am, once again.
Battling off this choking sin.
The adversary calls me out.
Your grace I then begin to doubt.
"How could you forgive me?" I start to say.
I barely can collect the strength to pray.
"Oh God, can you hear my plea?"
"I am a sinner, and was born to be."
Teach me again, that to you I must flee.
That in your eyes, my sin you do not see.
Because your son's blood was a payment for me.
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Glory Personified
PoetryAn ongoing collection of poems I've written about my relationship with God. When I endured the deep pit of my thoughts and dealing with depression. A depression so painful because I thought I was beyond forgiveness and how God uses those moments and...
