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Thoughts About The Deeper Christian Life



Help me to lay

down my life

I know I have drifted from You.

Help me to lay

down my life;

to surrender each part,

to be faithful and true


***


Repentance is key

as we seek to go deeper:

what sin has led you astray?

Anger and doubt, an unloving way?

Repent, lay down all

as you kneel down and pray


***


Doubt and lack of faith

bind you and lead you away

doubt and lack of faith

keep you from walking with 

Jesus today


***


You once were born again,

now you think that you're OK.

You once were born again,

Jesus has died, the price did pay.

You once were born again,

but that was years ago.

You once were born again,

now in clutches of sin

you cannot say no.


Repent, as Peter did,

when he wept so bitterly,

repent as Peter did -

be filled with the Spirit,

renewed and set free.


p.i.H.H


Love and blessings.

😊💖😘🤗🙏

P.S. I wrote these poems whilst reading a little book entitled, "The Deeper Christian Life" by Andrew Murray. I highly recommend it to anyone who is seeking to leave the wilderness of carnal Christianity in order to enter the Promised Land.


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