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Saturday, January 19, 2019

At work within me, a hope outside of me / Romans 7

Come in the midst of salacious fear
Arise, O Mighty Lover,
Cover

Even take my feeble and obscured words
Rise with strength, stirred
In love for your own

I, too, get sick of me
And so completely loved 
I still be

Being still
Is harder than you'd think
Even so, I'm learning on the brink 

Leaning amidst my own wretchedness
Into your glorious holiness
Into my wholeness 

Lawbound, sentenced prisoner 
Subjected to war 
Mankind's corps

Come in the midst of striving 
Arise, O Deliverer 
Blood cleansing whisperer 

Your body bore
Your love ensured
A peace never-ending