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Oh, Wretched Women
by Deborah Ann Belka Oh, wretched women that I am . . . sins so bad, I should be damned inside beats a cold, stony heart that only wickedness can impart. Miserable, pitiful resentful soul, living a life out of God's control knowing the truth, but looking away hoping to make it, in my own way. Years of struggling to seek and know, yet not really wanting, God to show so much that I would have to give up couldn't take the bitterness in that cup. Wasted days followed by useless years, are now my heartbroken sobs and tears so much more that I could have done for God's glory, and to honor His Son. Oh, wrenched women that I am . . . now is saved by that precious Lamb who sacrificed His very own life for me yet my wickedness . . . I still sadly see! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Romans 7:24 King James Version "O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death?" Copyright 2019 Deborah Ann Belka [email protected] www.hiswingsshadow.com http://poetrybydeborahann.wordpress.com/ TO GOD BE THE GLORY! Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |