Divided.
Imputed righteousness and impotent flesh collided.
Wallowing in the shame of lust having the victory yet again;
Drowning in an abyss of self-absorption and pride – the root of all sin.
Why do I do what I hate while I claim to be free?
Of hypocrites and imposters, I’m the epitome.
Filled with passion and fervor over the gospel and my Savior,
Yet rejecting His freedom with my gospel-ignorant behavior.
How do we reconcile this paradoxical paradigm?
Sanctification is a gritty process but glorification is sublime.
Those aspects of salvation are accomplished in one moment yet don’t occur simultaneously.
Today I’m saved from my penalty of sin but I don’t always walk in that truth harmoniously.
So wherein lies the great divide of my spirit and my flesh?
Paul says in Galatians chapter five that the two will never mesh.
We choose each day which we will feed;
And consequently we decide which to impede.
Emotions and impulses swing to and fro like a pendulum of disaster.
You see, we have to decide ahead of time, “Who is my master?”
I cannot serve two, so why do I even try?
One is full of truth; the other is a lie.
How long will I meander through mediocrity and cop out of conviction
As I sink into self-pity and live as though freedom from bondage is mere fiction?
As I break down my predicament of war within my soul,
I realize the key to authenticity in a heart that’s been made whole:
Guard it, above all else, for everything you do flows from it.
So when the Holy Spirit offers you conviction, embrace it and don’t numb it.
What am I listening to? What am I seeing?
Eliminate the garbage and the results are freeing.
If you claim affection for Jesus as your Savior and your Lord,
Why would you think letting go of worldly pleasure is something you can’t afford?
Lay aside every hindrance and the sin that so easily entraps.
Don’t just sing a song, hear a sermon, and hope your life adapts.
Wrestle with sin; don’t let it put you in a headlock.
But remember Who’s living within; He is your strength and your rock.
So when you feel tapped out, like you’re seconds away from K-O,
Remember your victory is mapped out and Satan gets the final “woe.”
Because it’s not just you in the ring;
No, your fighter is the King.
And until all creation, of His holy name, does sing,
You’re living in the beauty in between.