A poem about our fight with the flesh and our victory in Jesus.
Wretched, broken, deplorable
Painted into the corner
Of the flesh in which I reside.
It is the course of all my doubt.
Who will save me?
Oh, who will save me?
Yes, who will save me
From this body of death?
Damaged, pained, miserable
Resigned to live the life
Of struggle one day at a time.
It is the course of all my doubt.
Who will save me?
Oh, who will save me?
Yes, who will save me
From this body of death?
Downcast, joyless, damnable
Chained to the carcass
Of this world of suffering.
It is the course of all my doubt.
Who will save me?
Oh, who will save me?
Yes, who will save me
From this body of death?
Wicked, worthless, despicable
Filled with the contents
Of all that is vile and common.
It is the course of all my doubt.
Who will save me?
Oh, who will save me?
Yes, who will save me
From this body of death?
Pathetic, hapless, pitiable
Grounded by the dirt
Of our existence without God.
It is the course of all my doubt.
Who will save me?
Oh, who will save me?
Yes, who will save me
From this body of death?
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