Struggles
There is warfare within my being the part I hate is prevailing my steps are slippery I'm unsure ground my judgments are those of a fool Apprehension is laughing at me focus has forsaken me long ago I cry a loud to God for I need him so for my indecision has me in derision Are there any faithful around someone who can instruct me now are all the sons of men unwise as I hear can anyone lend a hand I'm sick of myself and my trifling ways when will I ever change for I'm engaged in struggles with the Angel like Jacob and my hip is out of joint When I intend to do well evil is present when will I ever break free can't lay hold of righteousness once credited to my account for wickedness has me overdrawn For in confusion I scribe and by faith I pray for ignorance is baptized in its pool for wisdom's a mirage and anguish an ocean as I struggle to keep afloat I'm on the edg...