Who Will Deliver Me?

Sometimes I do the very thing
I do not want to do
And when I try to fix it
I create a bigger stew
But proudly then I do declare
That I will strive to win
But sink into a dark despair
Before I can begin

Oh wretched man I surely am
Who will deliver me?
The Son of God, The Perfect Lamb
He will deliver me

And all the things I would not do
It seems I do them yet
And all the deeds that I should do
I surely do forget
Slipping, sliding, running, hiding
Hating this desperate ride
Fighting proudly, wailing loudly
At passions of my pride

Oh wretched man I surely am
Who will deliver me?
The Son of God, the Perfect Lamb
He will deliver me

All Rights Reserved, Aug. 2009
Janet Martin

Based on Romans 7:7-25