MIXED BAG SOUL
My soul is a mixed bag, A righteous rag. With love for the Word, And lust for this world. Truly my delight, Is with the law of light. But this sin I love, O' for grace to move. See my love for pomp, Lies within my saintly cup. Mixed bag soul, Thou can be whole. At dark, there pleasured, Reveals my sin treasured. For Satan's beckon, I follow for a second. But at the cross, Christ died and took my dross. My sin's debt was fully paid, This guilt I did trade. Mixed bag soul, Hunch back Faith, Christ never-ending love, Makes thee whole. ©Lemuel 06-08-2021