from a friend…
no need for the full armor
no need to gaze in His face
no need to rely on Him
no need other than our need
we can stand on our own two legs ……… in the miry muck
and as we are trapped in the world, in our old flesh, in the
attacks, He pursues and pursues and pursues, His knuckles worn from
knocking
will i relent or will i stay in control control of WHAT?