by Eddie Thompson
Saturday, January 19, 2008
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The things I want to do I cannot. The things I hate, I end up doing. Who can save us from ourselves? Only the grace of Christ!
The lust for sin
Roaring like a lion in my members
Impressed upon my body
Requiring constant attention by legions of angels
Tearing at the bars with which I bind it
Sin rips at the chains
Sometimes it seems invincible
Righteousness is so elusive
Worth any price of admission
To have access
To be allowed into His throne room
Grace covers me, my body, my soul
Blood has been spilled
For the grace, the chains, the angels
That keeps my sin imprisoned
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|Reviewed by J'nia Fowler
|Oh so powerfully true and powerfully penned. Blessings, J'nia|
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|Good Morning Eddie,
This Is A Truthful & Powerfully Emotionally Expressed Poem.
Sinful Temptaion is indeed everywhere & in everything here in this earthly flesh of the living.
May You Always Know The Blessing Within Your Band of Protective Angels
Much Love & Peace to You
Embraced ~ Embrassť
|Reviewed by John Domino
|A POWERFUL POEM!
Exceptionally well written!
GOD has blessed you with talent!
|Reviewed by Bernice Lakota
|Beautiful write, you are definitely not a luke warm Christian! Sad when people are afraid to stand for what they believe.|