This sack upon my back
So many cups of tears,
These baskets of fears.
Such nail biting worries.
Unreasonable expectations.
Intermingled judgements.
And the sense of failure.
All bundled up inside me.
I gave them to you.
I took them all back.
Faith that You gave me.
Quite suddenly I lack.
Oh how can I escape
Moments of despair?
Only as I come to you
In penitent prayer.
This list of compunctions
They fill me with shame.
For without faith in You.
Such stifling maladies
Will soon crush my spirit.
And destroy my service.
And my witness of You.
My faithful Father God.
Is your Spirit telling me
That Satan’s taunting me?
Grasping my weaknesses
Provoking this despair.
Attempting to turn me
From Your narrow road.
A foothold he requires
A crack in my armour.
He’ll lay waste my vision
Of my heavenly home.
And fill me with doubts
Rejoicing in my loss.
While reviling the cross.
But I will be the victor.
God will provide strength.
And fill me with His power.
I’ll rise above his wiles.
Discern his evil ways.
And rid him from my life
From Christ paid the price.
And gave me His power.
To lay hold of the devil
Demand he depart hence.
For I am Christ’s alone.
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