By: C.H.James

The thoughts that cloud my mind
Tells me my soul's not well
Each image that I dwell upon
Brings me closer yet to Hell

My flesh makes war against my soul
Flesh gone beyond control
Drawing me to sin's dark depths
With destruction as its goal

Addicting lust and hungry greed
Like yeast that cannot cease to breed
Planted deep this loathsome seed
This ugly ever growing weed

What power can stop this moral drain
Defeat the flesh and cleanse the stain
Who can set this captive free?
But the blood that Christ has shed for me

His Spirit must in me abide
To give this filth no place to hide
His truth and word at Calvary
Has won for me the victory



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