Image via WikipediaIt is inexplicable how the body resists what is just.Three good days, and two days pushing against the rift.
And the rift is within. I am staring at my destiny, and it is in clear sight.
For once, it is in clear sight.
But, here comes another night.
Where I supt with demons that hate any gain.
I feel constraints and restraints from every side.
And, I wonder if it is myself, Or a silent siege, Or the effect of everything
played in the airwaves. The Prince of the air pulls us all to do his will.
I think I'll plug in another worship song.
"I don't really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don't do it. Instead, I do what I hate." -Romans 7:15
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