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Sifted by Kathleen Higham Lord, I'm being sifted And why, I do not know Something has a hold on me I pray, let me go Lord, I'm being sifted Comes to me late at night Awakens me, and troubles me Then gives me such a fright Lord, I'm being sifted And I struggle in my prayer Living the battle in my mind Yet, I know you're there Lord, I'm being sifted And I am sick with grief Don't even want to be here Lost in this disbelief Lord, I'm being sifted Each morning when I awake Even then, I cannot win In my weakness, I partake Lord, I'm being sifted As You are well aware But, I will overcome this I'm Yours, and You care And still, I'm being sifted Is this a lesson learned Failing, failing, crying to You My gift from You discerned Lord, I'm being sifted My life is filled with lust But, the sifter will be broken For in You, my God ,I trust Romans 7:24-25 |
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