Ive set my eyes on foolish things and come away with hunger,
never finding satisfaction for more than a fraction.
I often write of the struggle to have less of me and more of Christ
and in case you’re there too, I have something more to share too.
The score is set, Christ always wins. When I let Him in His presence is bliss.
He satisfies like a drink of water to parched lips and a warm embrace on a cold day.
I don’t know why I choose to disobey
but I’ll fight this plight until my dying day.
(poem inspiration Romans 7:7-25)
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