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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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