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"Oh to Grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be.
Let thy goodness, like a fetter
bind my wandering heart to Thee!"
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"We must be clothed with humility; for the proud in spirit are those that cannot bear to be trampled upon, but grow outrageous, and fret themselves, when they are hardly bestead. That will break a proud man's heart, which will not break a humble man's sleep. Mortify pride, therefore, and a lowly spirit will easily be reconciled to a low condition." -Matthew Henry
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"Man's Sensitivity to trivia, and his insensitivity to matters of major importance, reveal he has a strange disorder."
-Blaise Pascal


"Most people lack the true repentance. They lack the true contrition, the true brokenness. They are void of urgent desperation. They don't have a true relationship to Jesus Christ. They just "hang around" Jesus... And they do not know what it means to bow to that which is eternal. To be concerned about that. They want a gospel that doesn't ask for repentance. They want a gospel that has no threats. They want a gospel that allows them to have some superficial attachment to Jesus, but not a bowing to His absolute sovereignty at any cost. They want a gospel that fixes them in this world to make them more comfortable. That's not it. And that's not what Jesus offers."
—John MacArthur

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Sound Byte of the Week

Thursday, February 7, 2008

A Deceitful Heart



Oh Lord a troubled heart have I in the face of deadly sin
I come to Thee as a helpless sheep with the sin that I’m stuck in
Praying that You hear my cry and take this deceitful heart
Deliver me from the danger nigh and from the flesh help me depart.
Oh how sick and ill inside I get when I think of me
And how I stray so far away, continuously grieving Thee.
Discipline now meets me face to face, chastisement for Your child
In love, You make sure I don’t return to the path that much defiled

So blinded by the pride of life, but by Grace You’ve set me free
And opened up mine eyes to truth, but oh Lord how it hurts to see.
Because truth repels the fleshly sins in which I’ve gloried in
And it shines its light upon the dark, revealing my comfort sins.
But the child of God, by Grace from Him, cannot remain the same
The fires get hot and the silver refines as the flesh’s strength is maimed.

What once was slavery now is freedom, the old is now made new
So tempted by the former ways, help me Lord to hold fast to You
But I thank you Lord for the thorns in me, that are causing me great pain
So that I may look only unto You, and humbly call upon Your name
For when the flesh rises up, O Lord it hurts to believe that which is true,
But painfully I’m reminded to deny myself, take up my cross, and follow You.

For in my weakness, You're made strong, and in pain You make it clear
Being drawn unto You is no easy thing, even now as I write with tears.
But I consider it joy to suffer Lord, just promise to me You'll bring
In the morn a whole new hope and grace, as refreshing as a spring.
So faithful You are to keep Your own, and tonight I feel Your grasp,
Now keep me from falling into sin, until the day I see You at last!

3 comments:

David Peyton said...

This is a really great poem, Susan. Did you write it? It reflects the breathings and sighs of a regenerated soul! I can identify.

For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning. Ps 30:5

Blessings,
David

Susan said...

Thanks so much for the verse David. Yes, by the Grace of God I did write the poem. Praying for you, brother.

David Peyton said...

Amen, that's wonderful to hear Susan. Thank you also for the prayers. I recently discovered a poetic side to my mind! I wrote "Aftermath Musings" after a significant world event, and have been encouraged to continue pursuing this talent. I'd encourage you to do the same to God's glory!