Alas, see one is
become unworthy
to question the mysteries of
salvation and sanctification.
When the believer,
the saint
falls into sin,
he is rendered silent
before the throne of God.
The awkward tension
between friend and foe
is felt.
he asks,
"What does it mean
to be saved?"
And though try as he might,
his jaw is sealed shut;
he dares not make a sound to speak.
Silent as silent accusations
pile upon himself.
In his mind, screaming
"LORD, HAVE MERCY!"
Yet dares not draw near
to pray.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
Alas, see one is
become unworthy
to question the mysteries of
salvation and sanctification.
When the believer,
the saint
falls into sin,
he is rendered silent
before the throne of God.
The awkward tension
between friend and foe
is felt.
he asks,
"What does it mean
to be saved?"
And though try as he might,
his jaw is sealed shut;
he dares not make a sound to speak.
Silent as silent accusations
pile upon himself.
In his mind, screaming
"LORD, HAVE MERCY!"
Yet dares not draw near
to pray.
Little was it known that lustful sins arise at the peak of 3am in the morning.
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