Daily, Lord

Daily, LORD, I barter your fierce beauty for the lie sin's poisoned seeds birth rotten fruit and thorny weeds and tether me from you

My heart's desires rise the beast A leavened feast of Flesh for flesh That ends in death With meaningless refrains.

Daily, Lord, you cut the ropes, the earthly hopes, freeing me from me. Re-root me in thee That I might thrive anew.

John Piper: "I know of no other way to triumph over sin long-term than to gain a distaste for it because of a superior satisfaction in God." Desiring God, 12.

Jenny Smith

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