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Standards of God are spiritual,
But I have a corrupt nature;
As sin makes me too habitual,
For becoming a new creature.
I was sold as a slave to sin,
And do not realize what I do;
For I am corrupted within,
Confused on how I must pursue.
For there is a burning fire,
That is burning deep in my heart;
And it controls my desire,
Never seems to want to depart.
Deep inside I do what I hate,
Even though it is not good;
But temptation is holding bait,
No more do I do as I should.
I know in me nothing good lives,
My corrupt nature locked the door;
But I also know God forgives,
With the key to open once more.
I hunger to do what is right,
A desire for pleasing God;
Maybe if He shared His insight,
I would not be so scarred and flawed.
The insight would show me the truth.
And easily block the evil;
So I would not be as uncouth,
Plays in the hands of the devil.
Evil just likes to linger near,
Acts as though for being my friend;
But God is who I rather fear,
And put this friendship to an end.
The standards of God have value,
Evil has no standards at all;
Only good would I rather do,
Because with evil I would fall.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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