Your said that to yourself yesterday, did you not?
That truth that is, again, the lie?
You’d promised yourself, and God, that you would not break,
but your chance to prove it passed by.
You said to yourself it would all end.
Repentance is what you labeled your aim.
But look at you — back it the same boat.
The same sinful act and shame.
Not as strong as you had thought you were,
and now you are really distressed.
All day, within your guilty seat
and the nights that bring no rest.
Time for the flogging to commence
with the invisible whip and chain.
Hitting yourself where it hurts the most;
you think God enjoys your pain.
Using those devices of torture you believe the God of love provides
for when you struggle and lose,
while claiming that Christ removed all sin,
but in failure, you can’t refuse.
You’ll beat yourself to ribbons
and love the scars it leaves.
It makes you feel like a little god
when your plan of satisfaction succeeds.
It provides a sacrificial offering
placed before His Holy feet.
It places you next to God
in your own little royal seat.
The flogging was a success, you say,
but then you find, again,
yourself in that golden seat of royalty
with the same shameful act of sin.
You’ve have failed, you pathetic man!
Is this the way you think
the God of love is looking at you
when sin is on the brink?
When you promise not to do it again,
but fail, and fail again?
I do too — I’m human too,
but I won’t let this way win.
I see the Christ and His words,
“IT IS FINISHED”, and I’ve relied
on the promise God had made for me
when He was flogged, crucified and died.
I’ll look to that Holy truth
when I fail at being me.
I’ll look to Him to open my eyes
if I fail continually.
I won’t let men within this world,
or the inner voice that lies,
tell me I am a failure
when failure does arise.