Endless Battle

Sin rules and rains over me, the power of this craving desire is much to strong for my humanly body.

My desires of this craving beast, is never full in till it eats, and when it dose, i feel stick to my stomach in the moment after. There is no end to this pleading moment, once so desired in the moment of passion, is now despised after in the moment of reckoning.

Sin hunts me down in till it is full, There is nothing else I can think about, till the beast is full. Roaring like a lion, roaming around till it feasts, is there anything, anyone can do to tame the ferocious beast?

My soul is so weak, my mind, will, and emotions rain over me. My thoughts are my own, my actions are my very own doing, because I give in and listen to the beast with two horns and a strangling tail.

This machine before me that opens my gates to the endless world of venom and deceit. The machine that can do so much good for me, becomes my very enemy, Do i wish, or do I dear to take the plug from the very thing that brings me into the information world? There must be an other way, for this machine isn't the problem, its what lies beneath.

The dungeon is deep, no way up. I can't even see the light anymore. I just sit here alone thinking what I have done. Is there anyone that can hear me, to save me from the beast that takes my very soul away.

O spirit man, O spirit man, where did you go? I remember you fighting to save my soul, why are you sitting down, and not even standing up anymore, are you so weak to fight for me anymore? I remember the days you where strong, that you wouldn't give up when the battle was so strong. You wouldn't back down for nothing, not even in the heat of the fight. Power ruled in your favor, your sword held high, and your enemy dead on the ground, what ever happen to you, the power is no more. You walked away from me the very same day I walked away from Jesus.

Fight for me once more, cause I want to return to Jesus, my savior, my friend, helper, guardian, light of my life, healer, protector, help me once again, to help me off this floor. I am so deep, but i know your hand can reach me. I know no matter how deep I get, your arm is not too short. Now let me return to your ways, and call on your name, let me pick up my sword once again, and let my spirit man rise to battle once again, Fight for me again! Rise and claim your prize! You take power over my soul and put him in it's place. You put him in the jail cell where you once belonged. Now that Jesus is ruler and rain over me. Sin is dead to me. The beast that once tormented me, is slain, its head cut off, and its body burned. We sit on the thrown once again, for the prodigal son has returned to his father.