I Must Die

I'm choosing to follow, but that doesn't mean it will be easy.

I have the desire, but this flesh runs wild.

Church folk make it look easy, but that's because all they know is religion.

Awake in this demonic world, wondering how on earth I could be chosen.

Pain here, broken heart and trauma there, rejection again and again.

I look up, I look within, I open my Bible.

The truth set me free from this world.

Holy Spirit took the reins, He chastises those He loves.

Conviction comes and the flesh doesn't want to let go, I'm in a battle between good and evil.

A devil on my shoulder and an angel on the other, I cry out to my heavenly father.

I'm not where I want to be, but I'm not where I was, so I know He's going to finish this good work in me.

I'm just a wretched sinner, crying out from the depths, DELIVER ME FROM THIS PESTILENCE!

Crucify this flesh Lord, whatever is in me that's not of you, I DON'T WANT IT! I'm trippin' on this baggage, but YOU CAN HAVE IT!

You've called me and I don't know how to do any of this, but I'm just going to continue to show up and seek for your presence.

My flesh is weak, but with you, Jesus, I am strong. The devil is liar!

I ask for fuel for this fire I have burning inside, so I can stomp on all my adversaries and win more souls for you, ABBA.

I repent, I repent, I repent. I must die to self, so that you, Jesus, can live!

I'm choosing to follow, but that doesn't mean it will be easy.