Sore afflicted
By joyismine
Tried I've been, and sore afflicted; Purged to set my spirit free from the worthless gold and glitter of a world still courting me. God must slay the soulish passion, for the world means naught to me; Yet my frame so oft embraces what the Spirit warns me flee. Useless dross, my very being; Yet some value caught His eye; God's Spirit hid among the rubble would emerge if I could die. Flay this flesh, old self do sever; Kill the soulish inner part; Unveil the Savior ever living in redeemed, surrendered heart. Joyce GuyWe all struggle through trials and tribulations throughout life. It is not the struggle, but the surrender and cooperation with our Maker, Redeemer and Lord that establishes the ending. Written December 10th, 2001 © on Dec 10 2001 07:37 AM PST 0 • 13
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"Tried I've been, and sore afflicted;..."