It took me a while to understand why.
Formerly, I thought You liked when I’d cry,
And for a long time, Your name I’d deny.
I didn’t need anyone, their love and supply.
I mean, who to trust, on who could I rely?
Cause plenty of times they said, “I’m your guy”.
But each one, a Biff became, and I like McFly.
Which created the belief – why should I try,
And with a weird notion, it was better to die.
But out of this death, some hot day in July.
You became my rock, which behind I could lie,
And in this wasted land, so blisteringly dry.
You were my shade, my own personal sky,
A summer rain shower, bonds falling, untied.
And with precious blood, I could be brought nigh.
So, it took me a while to understand why.
To reject the lie, instead of it, swallow and buy,
To muse on Your word and with it comply.
For without these violent situations and sighs,
Man, the kingdom of God, wouldn’t seize, pry.
And just like a diamond on velvet, black dyed,
It’s not despair Your attempting to imply!
But how much more from our view, not high,
Can we appreciate, and Your salvation apply.
Now it took me a while to understand why.
But now that I do, I can no longer be shy.
In boldness I come, with Your counsel to buy,
Gold refined by fire and ointment for my eyes.
And it was by Your mercy You touched my thigh!
So, it’s no longer you, that I wrestle and defy,
It’s not flesh and blood, but agents that spy,
And powers and principalities up in the sky.
So now that I see and understand why,
You can see the true reason I boast hereby.
It’s not my own assurance, that me underlies.
It’s not ambition, why I sit at the front, with a tie,
Cause if it were me, my life would still be awry.
It would simply revert, from fire to pan, fry.
But since it’s Him, not might or power, in my,
Doing or thinking, but by His Spirit I’m spry.
This is the difference between Adam and I!
See Satan isn’t getting the same ole’ reply.
It’s not that I don’t fail, trust me he’s still sly,
But when I do, I get up, and to God’s throne fly.
So acquired taste disparity, each day more like pie,
Transformation of my mind, increasing God’s ply,
Until my enemy has no more cases to retry,
Until I help, with you, cast him to the abyss, goodbye.
Gen. 32:24-28; Isa. 32:1-3; Matt. 11:12; Eph. 6:10-12; 2 Tim. 2:12-13; 1 Pet. 1:19; Rev. 3:18
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