oh beloved Savior, rescue me from this mire
for spirit and flesh are warring, they cause me to tire.
a daily struggle to pursue what's pure
yet how the Father's guides, of this I'm sure.
in times of unrest I grow weary and numb,
no longer a refugee, with Grace I succumb.
merely human, a daughter of Eve
emotional fabric I wear heart on sleeve.
in spite of imperfection so obvious to me
I fall before Jesus with a lover's plea.
know my desire that I have You
for the compassion of Christ is holy and true.
-B
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