When I was younger, I feared mirrors and darkness.
I feared the characters from horror films and the mutations they could harness.
I kept my head above the covers so I could witness my fated farewell.
Yet all I ever saw was the refute of my imagination’s creatures from hell.
We met during the race, and I slowed my pace to talk.
But running turned to walking, and we both reached a halt.
We regressed and recurred back to classical autonomy.
The Devil won this stretch, and I’m at a loss in my spiritual odyssey.
......
The enemy delights on my temple, and when I feast on the world, he is the Host.
He cut off my nose in hopes that my anger would grow.
His hand clenches my liver and the other guides my tongue.
With every breath of his sweet air that I take, I deny the gift of life from my lungs.
And when I'm dead, will he be at the gates to represent me in the Lord's court in attempt to allegate?
With every step I take into the light, he fills my heels with lead.
But the Lord will make mine like Hinds' feet and rebuke the Devil's tread.
......
Something is pulling my leg.
I'm stranded in an ocean, and I've given up my tread.
The depth of the darkness submerges my head.
When I take my last breath, my mind lays to rest.
I kept swimming towards land, but got dragged by the currents.
I kept pursuing Your Word, but got distracted by his deterrents.
I have yet to find yesterday’s best, with hope that tomorrow will never event.
In the beginning it was either "take her or take me”,
But tonight, you'll find me begging to be freed.
......
I no longer pray for my bad habits to be cut free,
Instead, I pray that His love claims victory.
I can try to love the world just as much as I love Him,
But if the world wins me, he loses a fruitful fig tree.
I no longer pray for compensation in haste,
Instead, I pray for His unwavering grace.
Favors are no longer kind or free,
In this world, everyone is all about "me".
Yet, in my attempts to offer loyal consonance,
......
The battle for your soul will never end,
Not till the moment after you have died;
With many sins and vices yet to mend
Before you die, that cannot be denied;
The world and flesh and devil do their worst
To draw you in, and damn you with despair;
Life's barren desert fills you with a thirst
For heaven; how you long for glory there!
You long for glory and you long for rest
......
When I was younger, I feared mirrors and darkness.
I feared the characters from horror films and the mutations they could harness.
I kept my head above the covers so I could witness my fated farewell.
Yet all I ever saw was the refute of my imagination’s creatures from hell.
We met during the race, and I slowed my pace to talk.
But running turned to walking, and we both reached a halt.
We regressed and recurred back to classical autonomy.
The Devil won this stretch, and I’m at a loss in my spiritual odyssey.
......
Something is pulling my leg.
I'm stranded in an ocean, and I've given up my tread.
The depth of the darkness submerges my head.
When I take my last breath, my mind lays to rest.
I kept swimming towards land, but got dragged by the currents.
I kept pursuing Your Word, but got distracted by his deterrents.
I have yet to find yesterday’s best, with hope that tomorrow will never event.
In the beginning it was either "take her or take me”,
But tonight, you'll find me begging to be freed.
......
I no longer pray for my bad habits to be cut free,
Instead, I pray that His love claims victory.
I can try to love the world just as much as I love Him,
But if the world wins me, he loses a fruitful fig tree.
I no longer pray for compensation in haste,
Instead, I pray for His unwavering grace.
Favors are no longer kind or free,
In this world, everyone is all about "me".
Yet, in my attempts to offer loyal consonance,
......
The enemy delights on my temple, and when I feast on the world, he is the Host.
He cut off my nose in hopes that my anger would grow.
His hand clenches my liver and the other guides my tongue.
With every breath of his sweet air that I take, I deny the gift of life from my lungs.
And when I'm dead, will he be at the gates to represent me in the Lord's court in attempt to allegate?
With every step I take into the light, he fills my heels with lead.
But the Lord will make mine like Hinds' feet and rebuke the Devil's tread.
......
The battle for your soul will never end,
Not till the moment after you have died;
With many sins and vices yet to mend
Before you die, that cannot be denied;
The world and flesh and devil do their worst
To draw you in, and damn you with despair;
Life's barren desert fills you with a thirst
For heaven; how you long for glory there!
You long for glory and you long for rest
......