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Philoetry Worried sick, but in perfect health.
My only comfort is The Lords real wealth.
I try so hard to put death to self,
'Cause sometimes Earth is a living Hell.
Peace comes from Above, yet the world breeds strife.
I'm thirsty all the time because good is scarce in life.
So my only option is to entrance myself in The Light.
I look for The Lord 'cause His way is right.
I wait for the day when there is no night.
The blessings are many, but the demons are too;
So I trust in His strength to help me through.
I believe His words and the Gospel is true,
So I wait for His plan to know what to do.
Temptation strikes below the belt,
So I kell over, fall and need His help.
His Love covers me, the realest I've ever felt.
Then I'm reminded: temptation fled every time I knelt.
Reminded to pray, I do just that.
The enemy flees like when ball meets bat.
How easily I forget it's as simple as that.
I never have to fall into satans traps.
So thank you Jesus for setting me free.
I'm so glad You're here with me.
I am utterly filled...overflowing with glee;
For You've given us Your power by Your passion on the tree.
Help me Jesus, to be your soldier,
Fill me up until I runneth over,
Thanks for helping me get sober.
I know because of You, life's never over.
