Walking onward, moving forward
Making steps to places where
Pleasure is our reward
And the pain we feel we disregard.
We're looking for more
Leaving the home we've found
To a place we explore
Searching for the right door
Into directions of liberty
In our sneakers, we move
This feeling of being free
In the darkness of subtlety
As we make a step to somewhere
With a smile, completeness we embrace.
To the shadows of sin we adhere
Saying, we're dull without it near.
With a soft voice, someone says,
"Am I not enough for you?
Quit over thinking and stay
I love you all of my days
"Turn around, I'm right behind you
Would it be that hard to do?
In me, you'll find what's true
And know that I'll always love you."
As the Spirit increases, our flesh decreases. We are made brand-new creations, but it doesn’t happen overnight. We need to actively put away, or rid ourselves, of the desires and works of the flesh, and this is a daily process. It’s a daily dying to self.
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