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Pure
Useless
When I forget to put my armor on
To run
the race before me,
To be prepared for all that
comes,
Naked for the world to see,
Then I am pure
useless.
When I forget that the battle I'm
fighting
Was won by The Lord,
Not man,
Nor
man's sword,
Then I am pure
useless.
When I forget that the weapon of
God,
To fight the enemy,
Was every Word that came
from Him
And not a word from me,
Then I am pure
useless.
When I forget that His yoke is easy
And
how His burden is light,
That He is where I find my
peace,
Cause I am precious in His sight,
Then I am
pure useless.
When I forget to shake the dust
Of the
wicked from each sandal,
To realize when my job is
done,
That I won't get more than I can
handle,
Then I am pure
useless.
When I forget when troubles
Are with
another bound for heaven,
That I am to do as Jesus
commands
And forgive seventy times seven,
Then I
am pure useless.
When I forget that Satan
Sends many to
stumble me,
And that God will use their fiery
darts
To make a pearl for all of them to see,
Then
I am pure useless.
When I forget to love those who hate
me
And spitefully use me for their gain,
To say
kind and loving words to them,
And turn to God to
ease my pain,
Then I am pure
useless.
When I forget what's done in
secret
Will one day be revealed,
That no weapon
formed against me will prosper,
That the fate of the
father of liars is sealed,
Then I am pure
useless.
When I forget that God has
Sent me out
as a sheep among the wolves,
To be wise as a serpent
and gentle as a lamb,
And that I'm always to do
good,
Then I am pure
useless.
When I forget that the gospel is
offensive
To those souls who are perishing,
To not
cast my pearls before the swine,
Nor give to dogs,
that which is holy, to me, cherishing,
Then I am pure
useless.
When I forget to be swift to hear,
Slow
to speak, and slow to wrath,
That speaking quickly
words of anger
Leaves me in shame of the
aftermath,
Then I am pure
useless.
When I forget to fret-not over
evildoers,
To not be envious against workers of
iniquity,
To trust in the Lord and to do
good,
Knowing He will bring it all to pass for
me,
Then I am pure
useless.
When I forget that those who reject
Christ
Do so willingly,
That in the dark they
choose to hide,
To continue in their iniquity
Then
I am pure useless.
When I forget that I am not of this
world
But a foreigner, who'll never fit in,
That I
am salt to the world,
And it only takes a
smidgen,
Then I am pure
useless.
When I forget that I am a princess,
A
Child of the very most High,
A pearl in the making,
cleansed by the blood,
And that on wings of an eagle,
I can fly,
Then I am pure
useless.
© Debra J.M.
Smith
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