Your tactics bound in hardback weight,
can only slightly shake my faith.
Your methods dark and deep like seas,
can never change His love for me.
Your earnest efforts wrought in sound,
will not dissuade from what I've found.
Your volume Lust is pithy sighs,
compared to that which I am saved by.
His words are shouts of righteous law,
inspiring me to works of awe.
His deeds are pictures I can trace,
to live like him and see his face.
His song a hymn that all can sing,
that God does not temptation bring.
Your volume Lust is pithy sighs,
compared to that which I am saved by.
You have no hands to twist my arms,
No feet to kick my shins.
Your greatest swath of full assault,
is harboured deep within.
The mind and soul of greater hands
and feet paid dearly for this man.
A saviour God who dared to fight,
to win against sin's war and fright.
I will not sit in broken chains,
Not idly lie in bonded pain.
Nor lay with fantasy's in tow
and wait for your foul weeds to grow.
I will not heed you sirens call,
or in the waters choose to fall.
Your volume Lust is pithy sighs,
compared to that which I am saved by.