Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Heated Battle

Oh, Lord,
my flesh against me,
against You,
Your perfect way before me,
traps laid to the side,
not by you,
but by the evil one,
he wants me to fall,
to throw down your name,
Lord, I know you,
lift you up,
up to the roof,
up to the cosmos,
take my infirmnitys,
my blemishes hidden,
hidden in my mind,
every single kind,
search me...
find me...
and purify me!
Let the slag roll off,
burn me, oh, Lord,
let the slag roll off!

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