Today I walked outside my skin,
to think "outside the box",
so tired of battling fears within -
I smashed off rusted locks.
A gnawing knowing forcing me,
I freed myself to soar.
Desperate straits that strangled me
will torment me no more.
My cries for succor answered HE,
my prayers are not in vain,
this heart re-pumps, its blood reflows -
I am myself again.
It's only when I creep back in,
where fears and doubts reside -
that self and soul, serving sin
will cast me deep inside
the box of angst I treasure so -
crammed full of pain and pity.
Selfishness and lonely pride
prevent our seeking for HIS City.
So take my hand and walk with me,
and shed your tired old skin.
Such torment is a choice, you see -
and pride's a deadly sin.
We are told to die to self,
and to ourselves we must -
to throw our pride back on the shelf
where moths and rust corrupt.
Solomon spoke of vanity,
the vexation that it brings.
With carnal souls we suffer,
shunning HIS good things.
Ignoring the Holy Spirit's call,
fleeing from HIS sweet rest -
retaining our sins, we soon fall,
and negate HIS very test.
We prove to HIM our true intent,
by whom we choose to follow -
Our Loving Savior, Christ our Lord?
Don't Satan's lies ring hollow?
Do we place ourselves above
HIS will in calling us to Him,
or are we filled with selfish love,
rejecting Christ for sin?
Please, dear friend, take my hand -
led by faith we'll follow HIM
to the glories of HIS promised land
and over sin's darkness win!
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