A TUG

When this heart desires something wrong,
And the temptation within raises so strong,
When fear, worries, anger, pride or greed,
Unleashes its demon against me to mislead,

When some worthless words escape my lips,
When my tongue unintentionally slips,
When against God's will this flesh tries to rebel,
And finds more than a thousand excuses to tell,

In my heart, I Feel A Tug,
A soft Whisper, a pull and a hug,
"No My child, this is not My way.
Hold me tight, or else you may sway."

Oh! How much I love that Tug,
That Tug that tells me, God is nigh,
In my struggles, I am not alone,
But my Saviour himself is standing by.

He sees my pain and my suffering,
My weaknesses, my struggles, my longings,
He reaches out to me and lifts me high
For my cries for help, He can not pass by.

So, I give my battles to Him,
And yield and surrender to Him.

AND VICTORY?

AS HE LEADS THE WAY,
VICTORIOUS WITH HIM, I STAY.

A secret, I've learnt,
With you all I share,
Staying victorious is not a big deal,
As far as you know, in need, whom to kneel.