Blame

Romans 7:24-25 

24 Wretched man that I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? 

25 Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then,

I myself serve the law of God with my mind, but with my flesh I serve the law of sin.

 

Blame

 

Who can I blame for falling short ... not myself I hope?

I am just flesh and blood ... I am just dust you know?

My conscience is not guilty for The Lord gave that to me.

Should I blame The Lord ... for all the flaws I’ll be?

 

Should I just accept myself ... swimming around in sin?

Or turn this filthy package ... just simply over to Him?

Let Him sort the mess I am ... and nail it to the Cross?

So I can feel pure and clean ... pure silver more than dross?

 

Why do I keep fighting day after day ... a battle I lost long ago?

My flesh has been beaten into pulp ... but my mind just won’t let go.

I really don’t like the state I’m in ... I can’t stand the applause

that the enemy gets time and again ...every time he knocks me down.

 

Unconsciousness is no excuse ... I know well what I’m doing.

Just like puss on a healing wound ... my rottenness comes out.

“Oh! Wretched man!” Paul called it ... is this really who I am?

Oh! Thank God for Jesus ... surely without Him is the end.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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