My Lust
The protection of God covers me, surrounds me as he listens to my every cry and thought while keeping track of my every move but when it comes down to it Satan knows me oh so well too.
Meaning that, as I receive this gift I will take extra precaution because although it is cleverly disguised as a beautiful blessing once I unwrap it I’m sure I’ll sense temptation.
Do you understand what I am saying to you my love? I’m trying to tell you that I appreciate all that God graciously sends me but sadly I’m also entertained by how the enemy distracts me.
I’m not sure if I have enough time to buy more bandages for the wounds cut deep within my flesh for the time in which He will close the pharmacy is unknown and with the little time I may have left I’ll need to use it to request medicine for my spirit and soul.
So my love which are you? Or which gift shall I choose? Actually I think I already know the answer; however if I somehow manage to choose the wrong route I won’t mistakenly thank God when truly I’ll be giving a pat on the back to all the wrong I do. I’ve come to see that the more I learn, the higher the accountability as my loving God fills me with responsibility.
I suppose I should pull a Joseph and run but my lack of self control is telling me to reach as far as I can as long as I don’t touch. Now do you understand what it is that I am saying to you my love, or should I say my lust?
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Meaning that, as I receive this gift I will take extra precaution because although it is cleverly disguised as a beautiful blessing once I unwrap it I’m sure I’ll sense temptation.
Do you understand what I am saying to you my love? I’m trying to tell you that I appreciate all that God graciously sends me but sadly I’m also entertained by how the enemy distracts me.
I’m not sure if I have enough time to buy more bandages for the wounds cut deep within my flesh for the time in which He will close the pharmacy is unknown and with the little time I may have left I’ll need to use it to request medicine for my spirit and soul.
So my love which are you? Or which gift shall I choose? Actually I think I already know the answer; however if I somehow manage to choose the wrong route I won’t mistakenly thank God when truly I’ll be giving a pat on the back to all the wrong I do. I’ve come to see that the more I learn, the higher the accountability as my loving God fills me with responsibility.
I suppose I should pull a Joseph and run but my lack of self control is telling me to reach as far as I can as long as I don’t touch. Now do you understand what it is that I am saying to you my love, or should I say my lust?
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