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Why is it, that the vilest of temptations
seek to violate my mind, during moments…
of weakness, solitude and prayer time?
Is it not enough that my inner person
has been consumed with the filth of my flesh?
How much longer must I wait for the body
of incorruption that will suit me in eternity?
Though I can’t seem to stop sinning,
is it wrong to want to curb its unwanted flow?
These temptations appeal to my carnality,
but I find their continuing stream tiresome.
Spiritual perfection is an ideal, that cannot…
be achieved in today’s earthly journey.
And yet, to utterly give up and intentionally sin,
will never be an improvement of my fallen condition.
How much training is required to reject ungodliness?
O, Lord, please strengthen my spirit to capture
and discard these thought contaminations…
by making my flesh permanently dead to their allure
and by always drawing me ever closer to You!


Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Rom 3:23; *** 2:11-14; Col 3:1-11

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
 Sep 2013 LeeAnn
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Floating
 Sep 2013 LeeAnn
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I made a mistake
I've plunged into the water
And now I want out

The thought of cool waves,
Your love -- your kisses
Encircled me

Your smile, your kindness,
They lapped at my feet,
They begged me to swim

I didn't test the waters
I gave in to the waves,
Rejoiced in the ocean's beauty

And then it changed.
The waves turned dark,
You turned dark.

I grew tired of the ocean,
Of being its prisoner.
I kicked at the surface.

I glimpsed the land
I gasped for air
I longed to lay on the sand, carefree

I must give up my beloved ocean
Return to land
To where I belong

I float near the shore
Unsure of my decisions
Waiting for the sun to beckon me

As I wait for it's call,
The waves still gently crash around me
They sing to me

They linger,
They pull, ever so slightly
You pull me back.

But I remember you changed.
The sky has turned gray,
And I'll drown if I go too far.

So I float in the shallow
Between heart and reason
As I wait for the sun to save me

— The End —