Away With Sin

Cleansing my hands. Throwing off my old self . Beginnig this journey to do away with sin. Cup running over deeply bruised so confused.... Sin has its grip on me. Time after time I've slipped right into hell.. Sadness becomes madness, ruined souls filled with fake gladness.....Jesus come,  I'm peter sinking extend your hand, my old self is sickning...Tossing to and fro sin has taken hold but I push forward growing stronger in the Lord I pray your will is to  help me do away with this sin that makes me crawl out of skin... When I withstand temptations your power grows. Do away with this sin allow me to become a new creation that will lift others to break from their cocoon of sin.....

 

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