When a war wages within my soul between joy and discontent,

the sinful nature in myself is tempted to relent.

To cave into the arms of sin is to become a prisoner bound-

a slave unto my own desires, yet longing to be found.

Sitting in the darkness, shackled to my sins

a weakened voice crying out for help until I hear the voice of Him.

A mighty voice, the King of kings rumbling like thunder

yet gentle too, he draws me near

from His presence no longer torn asunder.

He whispers “child, you are forgiven. Go and sin no more.”

The call He gives to die to self shakes me to my core.

From death to life, forever changed, no longer my own.

As a child of the righteous King I come boldly before His throne.

He clothes me with righteousness and fills my heart with thanksgiving.

Because of this newfound joy, I’ve finally started living!