starving soul

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Starving my soul was while I fed my flesh.

My sin sat content while my spirit wept and thrashed.

I claimed that I loved You, but I wouldn’t sacrifice

The deadly desires of mine for which You came and died.

“Where are You, my God?!” I used to scream and shout,

But in the selfish human box, I couldn’t quite step out.

Then You came and saved me, and my old self: it died.

“Here I am, My daughter,” I heard as joyful tears I cried.

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