How easily I am distracted. How quickly I turn from Him. How readily I forget the misery and entrapment of sin. Sometimes like driftwood on the tide, sometimes with a seemingly giant leap. What is it that makes me run back to who I was...why do I still feel enslaved to what He has saved me from. He paid the price, He redeemed me. Then why is the war still so hard? Because I fight it? I am not meant to fight this war. But to surrender. Just surrender. A choice. Just a choice. This is all that is required of me. He conforming my will to His own. He lives and wants to live my life for me. A promise of rest, a promise of peace, perfect peace beyond all understanding. Just stop trying. But I want to do it on my own. I can't do it on my own. Battles. Choices. Take this life, God, just take it. I dont' even know my own heart, my own wicked intentions, motives, I deceive even myself. Take me and mold me into what You want. Only You.
As I walk through Darkened Halls,
You are my strength, my all in all.
You are the light that guides,
One who is faithful to provide.
As the force of this world begin to assail my life,
I rest secure in the Blood of Christ.
The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."
About Me
- MRJ
- Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.
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It is really wierd to read what you write. I feel like I am reading into the diary of someone else. Reading into the utmost thoughts. Like reading a conversation between God and you. It is amazing the way that you can write what you feel and convey those feelings so well. Continue to write all of your life because that is a gift that God will use to change people's lives. Trust in the Lord and let your writing be a ministry for him.
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