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Oh Lord!


Romans 7:18  New King James Version

18 For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh) nothing good dwells; for to will is present with me, but how to perform what is good I do not find.                                                               

 

Oh Lord!

 

You saved me from the responsibility and tendency to sin

And still, it seems even in my dreams; my purity seems gone

You saved me from myself, setting me free, but I’m unable within

This I know that it is my flesh again, so I often feel undone.

 

Jan Wienen

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