I wage!, the war of within
Should I speak of my rotting sin
My soul's been bruised and battered
My spirit's torn and tattered
piece together the patch work of me
total reliance on the one who is He
What is my bane, that fell name?
Old Man roars back with his glee
scratching and digging to find a place
Crash! to my knees and then to my face
Forgive! my fall, my All in All.
Am I listening? have I missed my call?
How many times have I stumbled? (...too many)
How many prayers have I mumbled? (..if any?)
Festering is my oozing sore
If it hurts me so, why do I go back for more?
I try, I try, I try,...I tray
On Him I rely, On Him I will rely.
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