Imprisoned ...
Galatians 3:22
22 But the Scripture imprisoned everything under sin so that the promise could be given—because of the faithfulness of Jesus Christ—to those who believe.
Imprisoned
Oh! My dear spirit ... you are the only one I know
who patiently waits to be set free ... to take my heart in tow.
You don’t have a mind of your own ... you just want to use mine
to help me change it to the image ... of my Lord divine.
The Holy Spirit gently shows you ... the purpose of God
Who guides and directs you ... or the flesh is willing or not?
How can you ever conquer my will, my mind and feelings
while they’re such busy bodies without eyes or ears appealing?
When The Lord redeemed me ... He brought Life to my spirit.
Do I simply lock my spirit away ... as my flesh my will inherits.
Jan Wienen
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