These dreams fall out like sand,
I should let go, but I strain my hand,
This life in me wants what I want,
But God, is this what I should hunt?
I feel the pressure of time to waste,
When pleasure, I want to taste,
I slave away to my dreams,
Is this what I should be following?
Let me chase Your heart,
And not mine own,
I feel unsatisfied,
My efforts shown,
This daily press
Without You in mind,
God help me chase You,
And not mine.
I feel as though
I must go on,
God lead the way
This life I'm on.
Because life is short,
And my goals I see,
Has not much of You,
But mostly of me.
My flesh is weak,
And all I try,
Will all fall short,
No matter why,
Give me the love,
Desires I need.
Help me search for You,
Help me be free.
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War Underneath
ΠοίησηWords and thoughts about things that are fought within the heart, soul, and mind. The flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing; And the dog you choose to feed will win. ~~~~~ Author Note: I will warn you that words can wield just like a sword and t...
