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Relentless spirits constantly attacking my mind...
trying to find if my will will sustain or if there's a weakness
that they can reveal in order to instill a tightly woven sin to confine.
One, unlike the others prior, more difficult to unwind.
So, I tread lightly.
I fast to increase my strength.
I censor my doings and viewings...
praying that my days will grow in length.
However, my human-ness... male-ness... weakness...
reveals itself and they attack...
And back in my muck of sin, I find myself in...
and this time, much worse than the beginning.
Ashamed, I withdraw to myself.
Dear Lord help me get back on track.
Heard with a devilish grin, it's too late for that.
And it's in this weakness, in this low state of being and mind...
I call and submit unto the Lord, praying that guidance, strength, and mercy I'll find.
For on my own, I realize it can't be done.
As close as I may get... it's only close, but with Jesus... Yashua...
it can be won... and done.
~Flowriter