cry of a backslider

by

Alfy Andrews

As the deer panteth for the streams of water

our souls, oh Lord sometimes loves right
soon our steps go awry and delibrately falter

then at times like a blind man without sight
we wander through the jungles of pleasure

only to return assaulted and wounded by our sins
when at the end of the day to see our adversary wins

Lord ,the jungle of pleasure grips us with fear
yet we love its thorns , thistles and the dark

for we very well know at the end we must shed a tear
like the tireless woodpecker that pecks the bark
we ruthlessly pursue wild fruits to satisfy our lusts
Lord our Lord when will we truly repent and turn to thee
our flesh doesnt seem to stop , for soon it must

Lord give us the desire to be truly free
many years like a backslider forever in a vicous cycle

Jesus , help us to hate the cables that has fettered us
for thou Lord will save those who heartily choose thee

a life resembling sometimes jekyll and sometimes hyde
help us to abhor and truly embrace ,and with thee abide

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