The devil lays a softer ground under weary feet
A gently sloping path that leads nimbly to defeat
A gently sloping path that leads nimbly to defeat
What arrows fly by day and night against our resolutions!
We grow weary in the tired night looking for solutions.
Heaven sets the strength of men to work in vain
affliction,
alone the hurting hands did die that purchased our redemption.
Single died the
carpenter on a callous cross
Abandoned by His God,
stricken and abused
Familiar with the wrenching cry of “Father where are
You?”
I know that if I die with Him, I shall be raised again
I cling to words un-perishing, promises undimmed.
When my flesh assails me, and the world pretend my friend
When the devil ails me: I see the Heaven Sent!
Alone in dry places, thirsty and enhungered
Pressed into the reddish sand, the yellow sun aflame
He refused the Kingdoms, He refused the bread
He refused the Glory, and chose me instead!
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