The Match
The horseleech has two daughters that are never
satisfied:
Like them, the sin within your heart will no way be
denied.
Every idle word you say would be a blazing fire,
Every envious glance you cast would murder to acquire.
Every lustful thought you think would crawl into one’s
bed,
The hate you hide within your heart would have your neighbor
dead.
The clenching of your stubborn jaw would be a bloody coup,
Your thoughtless use of God’s own name would pierce the
Savior through.
Your fixation – with this or that – wants you before it
prone.
Every “little” sin, at heart, puts you on Yahweh’s
throne.
And until your body breathes its last, sin will seek your
death.
So you must jab this challenger with every single breath.
Do not beat at empty air if you desire to live –
Aim each blow right at your foe, who’s crying, “Give,
give, give!”- Sarah Mowery
Ohhh I like that! It has real punch. Nice!
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