There lie two witnesses in my members

Both alike tussle for the whole,

What I will they hamper –

One like fire makes my bowels roll,

The other with perspire possess my soul.

When it’ll end I always wonder,

Perhaps when I cross yonder –

Can they call a truce and set me free?

One must triumph I know within:

I am become the battle ground,

The trophy for ceaseless hounds,

I yearn for earnest release,

From He who gives life its lease,

Knowing one day I’ll be at ease.

Gabriel T. Abina is a lively Christian writer, whose desire is to be a voice for God in this generation. A graduate of Hist. & Int. Stds, he has two completed manuscripts: In The Eye of the Storm & Rahab: God's Grace Unveiled, and currently on some others. He blogs @ gabrieltabinablog.wordpress.com