Days go by and struggles come,
sometimes I win, sometimes I lose.
The flesh in me wants to do wrong,
the Spirit says to do right.
I want to do right. I don't always succeed.
The problem is no matter how hard I try to justify it,
wrong is never right, and truth never lies.
I wrestle with my flesh, I want His peace.
I forget that peace never fights.
When will I learn to sit still in His peace
and let Him do the fighting.
I yearn for brokenness,
and it comes in the form of tears.
The trouble is that tears, they dry.
I search for ways to earn my way back to Him,
yet I somehow forget,
that His grace is always free.
I am convinced that I have to earn His love,
and that it runs out.
But I don't, and it doesn't.
The beauty of my Savior is
that His love is free
and it never runs dry.