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Standards of God are spiritual,
But I have a corrupt nature;
Because sinning is habitual,
Just as any human creature.
I do not realize what I do,
It is more like instinct to me;
Without thinking or to construe;
I am too blind and cannot see.
I do not do what the Lord wants,
Instead I will do what I hate;
Then later the guilt merely haunts,
From Satan and his use of bait.
The standards from the Lord are good,
But I am not feeling the need;
Even though I know that I should,
More pleasure in the lust and greed.
For the sin that lives within me,
Still wanting to be doing them;
And not allowing me to see,
That God possibly will condemn.
I know nothing good lives within,
Because my corrupt nature lives;
And my actions controlled by sin,
My only hope if God forgives.
Although I may have desire,
For wanting to do what is right;
I still feel the lustful fire,
Burning on through both day and night.
I have discovered what is true,
The evil standards control sin;
Even for the right thing to do,
Evil will take control again.
How do I break the evil chain,
That is keeping me as a slave;
And allow Christ to start His reign,
Winning the war against the grave.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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