Monday, May 13, 2013
Each day I am faced with a struggle,
And willpower wains by the hour.
When things fall around me and I want to buckle,
I turn to my Lord's saving power.
While stress creeps in from each corner,
And food calls out sweet release,
My knees start to shake and my countenance quakes,
Yet my Lord brings be His sweet peace.
Laziness lurks in the depths of my couch,
While mind numbing shows sooth my mind,
A fire is lit by my tough loving Father
Giving energy for each task in kind.
My flesh is the enemy snacking and sleeping
When waiting and working are key.
It squirms and screams as it takes this abuse
though I am doing this all for me.
I could give props to myself for choosing what's best
because of the work I've put in,
Yet I'd be fooling the world if I said that
as my Lord alone can help me win.