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Monday, January 29, 2007

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#-Forgive Thy ungrateful, unworthy servant

It seems I've been getting more and more tired lately. Everytime I practice my Warr for the last few days, I'll inevitably fall asleep, somehow, and end up leaning back against the sofa. It's really quite sad, especially since I actually really want to practice, but just can't stay awake to do it.

O Satan won't you leave me alone?
Just go away and don't return,
For there is no desire in my heart
For the likes of such as you.

O parasite stop sapping me dry,
You uninvited guest of ancient times.
If I must salt my wound to rid,
Then how generous my pour would be.

O deceiver just take off that mask,
Show that hideous and ugly face.
If I may then I will ask,
"BE GONE FOE, BACK TO THY DAMNED PLACE!"

Father, Father hear my cry,
Be my salt that wound to dry.
Shine Thy light into my heart,
Reveal all the dark, hidden parts.

Jesus, Jesus Saviour Divine!
Be to my lips such sweet, sweet wine,
That with each I'll want You more,
So that unto none I'll be a whore.

Redeemer, Lover, Counsellor, Friend,
Plant Your Word so deep in this land,
That when Thy seeds of Wisdom grow,
Every cell in this body will know...

That You are Lord.

The devil may have won this fight, maybe have won many previous fights, but the battle belongs to the Lord.

-- Closed --

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