SECRET SINS (Tell my acts, not my secrets) “Hey! See that brother; he’s just too devoted, I should call him the P.A to the Holy Spirit. Such a wonderful brother, to be candid; And with the world, he doesn’t affiliate. Now, take a look at that sister over there, From her appearance and modesty, you could tell That things of the world don’t seem to move her; So innocent she is, like an angel!” Well, what if that’s just your myopic view, In that, true saints are only but a few; They just might seem not to flow with the tide, If only you knew all what is inside! ******* Dear brother, worker, leader, pastor, Knowest thou not what thou doest in secret? Never was it actually a secret before, The eye of the Lord hath already seen it. Though untold, you were a role model to us, A perfect Christian you were, in our eyes. So, the word ‘Christian’ could be ambiguous; All the while, you just acted in disguise. Poor brother! What actually took place? Is it the devil?
THE CRY OF A STRUGGLING SOUL. When I look at myself from within, I know that in sin I am still living, And with guilt and condemnation still struggling; For with the world I'm already blending. Though I desire from every sin to be free, My flesh and self implies me to feel the glee; "God's grace and mercy will forever be", That it'll ever be remains my helpless plea. Deep down in me, I know 'tis not right, But the tempter makes me feel I'm alright; And then like a dumb sheep, along I play, Even though silently within I pray. Deeper and deeper in sin, I sink, I'll eventually repent one day, I think; Resting assured in the lies of the evil one: "Don't worry, have a little more fun". Void resolutions are what I make everyday; "Today I'll get myself out", I always say, "With fasting and grave remorse, I'll pray"; Alas! I end up living the same old way. The times when in church I did get