The Process
By: Pastor ODC
I have something on my mind, may I speak?
Something on my mind, I don’t understand why I’m so weak.
I mean, I try to be strong,
Try to do right, detour from wrong,
But when I make up my mind to do what’s right,
It seems that something’s pulling me, influencing me,
Tripping me up, this battle within
Enticing me, inviting me to sin.
I said I wasn’t going to do it anymore.
Ashamed of my actions,
My soul seems divided like fractions,
Yet my heart is committed;
My mind is made up,
But I don’t understand why I relapse on my past.
I’m about to throw up
It’s frustrating me, I want to be free.
Free from these chains,
Free from captivity,
Free from the strongholds of the enemy.
Anybody feeling me?
I’ve prayed about it, prayed night and day,
Prayed for God to forgive me and erase sin’s stain.
Prayed for strength for my weakness, the courage to walk away,
Yet it seems the more I pray, the busier the enemy gets
Taking temptation to a new level.
I’m trying to resist the devil.
Leave me alone, stop torturing me!
I don’t want you, I renounce you!
Stop harassing me with your accusations, condemnation, and twisted lies.
My heart is with Christ, my eyes fixed on the prize.
I’ve finally concluded, I’m in a battle I can’t win;
I need somebody to save me from my sin.
Save me from me, I finally see
The battle is warring in my mind; my mind is a slave to sin.
As painful as it may be, the enemy is me.
Then I read the Word, Romans chapter 7, verses 14 through 25.
Paul spoke the truth; it opened my eyes to the cause of my frustration,
It is called sanctification.
It’s a process of unrest
One you will detest,
Yet it’s for the best.
I’m learning to trust myself less,
Depend on God to handle the rest,
And by His grace I will pass this test.
By His grace, I’m strong when I’m weak.
By His grace, I’m more than a conqueror, never succumbing to defeat.
By His grace, I’m dying to myself.
By His grace, I’m living victoriously,
Even though I’m wounded…I’m a courageous warrior.
What didn’t kill me made me more mature, wiser, stronger.
So, I’m going through the process, humble with my head up high
Because when the process is over, I’ll greet my SAVIOR in the sky.
The Process
By: Pastor ODC
I have something on my mind, may I speak?
Something on my mind, I don’t understand why I’m so weak.
I mean, I try to be strong,
Try to do right, detour from wrong,
But when I make up my mind to do what’s right,
It seems that something’s pulling me, influencing me,
Tripping me up, this battle within
Enticing me, inviting me to sin.
I said I wasn’t going to do it anymore.
Ashamed of my actions,
My soul seems divided like fractions,
Yet my heart is committed;
My mind is made up,
But I don’t understand why I relapse on my past.
I’m about to throw up
It’s frustrating me, I want to be free.
Free from these chains,
Free from captivity,
Free from the strongholds of the enemy.
Anybody feeling me?
I’ve prayed about it, prayed night and day,
Prayed for God to forgive me and erase sin’s stain.
Prayed for strength for my weakness, the courage to walk away,
Yet it seems the more I pray, the busier the enemy gets
Taking temptation to a new level.
I’m trying to resist the devil.
Leave me alone, stop torturing me!
I don’t want you, I renounce you!
Stop harassing me with your accusations, condemnation, and twisted lies.
My heart is with Christ, my eyes fixed on the prize.
I’ve finally concluded, I’m in a battle I can’t win;
I need somebody to save me from my sin.
Save me from me, I finally see
The battle is warring in my mind; my mind is a slave to sin.
As painful as it may be, the enemy is me.
Then I read the Word, Romans chapter 7, verses 14 through 25.
Paul spoke the truth; it opened my eyes to the cause of my frustration,
It is called sanctification.
It’s a process of unrest
One you will detest,
Yet it’s for the best.
I’m learning to trust myself less,
Depend on God to handle the rest,
And by His grace I will pass this test.
By His grace, I’m strong when I’m weak.
By His grace, I’m more than a conqueror, never succumbing to defeat.
By His grace, I’m dying to myself.
By His grace, I’m living victoriously,
Even though I’m wounded…I’m a courageous warrior.
What didn’t kill me made me more mature, wiser, stronger.
So, I’m going through the process, humble with my head up high
Because when the process is over, I’ll greet my SAVIOR in the sky.
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