First of all if there are typos in this then please forgive, I sliced open a finger on a broken glass today and it has affected me ability to type as speedily and correctly as normal.
My salvation was...unusual to say the least. I make no secret of the fact that before I was saved I was 'a bad person', God did not get a hold of my heart through a message, or a book, or even a friend, though all of these had their influence...in fact God did not really get a hold of my heart at all. At least, not at the point of my salvation, that came significantly later.
When I was saved it was a matter of surrender. I did not love God, but I could not fight him any longer. I gave up and gave my life to him, I suppose this is why the comparison of Christians as the slaves and belongings of God is so important to me personally.
This poem reflects some of that attitude of unwilling surrender to a divine and loving savior.
Exhaustion fills me, draws upon my mind
Leading to wicked desires of every sordid kind
And all my good and godly will do such desires bind
Leaving within me no joy for any man to find
My eyes have closed, my heart has stopped
And now my flesh begins to rot
Living death or dying life, neither have I sought
But one has found, the other claimed, with blood my soul's been bought
So this life I lead is not my own
Nor breath, nor blood, nor solid bone
Within me seed of righteousness was sown
And now, through time and trial, has it grown
Now such wickedness my mind does flee
Night flows away and now the light I see
Hope renewed and joy as well in such divine decree
Chains of shame strike the ground and I find that I am free
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