I don’t grapple for long Devastation is no danger
I too easily give up and Lament is a stranger
How deep and how dark the darkness attains
How black and how evil the raging that reigns
My heart is a productive factory of sin
And the longer I linger I can’t seem to win
Where is the heartbreak, where is the grief
Where is the mourning for my unbelief
Repentance is an everyday thing
If we want to be free and we want to sing
A penitent spirit and a contrite heart
Will never be cast out but will be set apart.
When the power to change the Spirit imparts.
Heartsickness becomes a calling of sorts
When I see where I am falling so short
But anguish need never lead to despair
But I have to get serious to care and to dare
Anxiety and anger would become my friend
But I’m convinced and convicted that is not my end
Oh the trauma of temptation The frustration of sin
I claim the joy of my salvation Lest misery win.
Repentance is an everyday thing
If we want to be free and we want to sing
A humble spirit and a contrite heart
Will never be case out but will be set apart,
When the power to change the Spirit imparts.
September 30, 2024
Anthony Foster
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