War of the Flesh vs. The Victorious One
The struggle within me is for light or for dark, I want the pleasures of this world but I dare not miss the mark.
I've experienced the best of both worlds, indulging in sin out of my hurts;
all the while being drawn into His presence with hope un-deferred.
As much as I pant like a deer after water for my God, my flesh pants for pleasure.
Which way do I go...? Can't see the trail but I hear the sound. He's calling me!
Who will end the struggle inside my soul?
Like a see raging within boundaries, to bring my mind and body under subjection is a task
Fear would arise, making me uncertain of my abilities...Will I even last?
There are mysteries that lie within; willingness to yield has to be present to begin.
The tug in my spirit is greater than the desires of my flesh, what is to be done concerning this mess?
I look unto the hills from whence cometh my help.
It rest in the Lord, my refuge, my strong tower.
In Him I gain strength when my flesh would cower.
Though I fight an inward battle, God is stronger!
There's nothing he can't handle.
Inside of me is planted a seed, which sprouts into life, uprooting the old and dead things...
A conqueror I am over this unfortunate thing!
What’s a life without struggle but an empty room waiting to be filled?
Lacking reason for being.... For through trials, purpose is revealed!
Written by: Sharhonda Kirksey © 2009