'Decision' - Poem by Carmela Patterson
Outside interference plagues my mind
as I try to unscramble my thoughts,
collect my wits, settle my soul
and rebuke enemy onslaughts
which attack the peace I seek.
Odorous sin does indeed reek
robbing me of inner joy,
as satan wants to employ
all means in all his schemes
to make of me ~ his toy.
No more devil's manipulation!
I decide for God's stipulation,
To set me back on track
And toss the monkey off my back!
I pray the Lord to fill my lack
With blessing and grace
To run the race
However slow the pace.
It is here I begin to see
That prayer is the key
And confession sets me free.
With refreshment and renewal
I see Faith as a precious jewel;
I am forgiven because I confessed;
With God's Graces I am blessed
Beyond all measure
with heavenly treasure.
Is the Father's good will and pleasure.
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