trying to reckon (the unending war)

This was produced along the same lines as the other Trying to Reckon poem, and under alarmingly similar circumstances.
Unbelief! Thou cursed fiend,
Whence camest thou to dwell in me?
This one I’d beaten down before,
Is back, it seems, with seven more
~
Onto the Cross for shelter run
For God saw fit to slay His Son
Now unbelief boasts no excuse
Now self and sin bear bitter fruit
The Blood that was not spilt in vain
Will vindicate itself again
This faithless heart no more caressed
The constant doubtings put to rest
Christ again will warm our hearts
By leading us through trials dark
And pain that tears that we might see
His singular sufficiency
In mercy hath He brought us here
That idols no more should we revere
That experience should speak within,
Of the freedom we now have from sin
To bring our hearts to things above
Give homage to His God-like love
Expend our breath to praise His grace
Expend our lives seeking His face
Laying hold of His mercies great
Assail our idols with savage hate
By His power killing fear
To walk with Him in closeness dear
By His might assailing lust
That His glory He may to us entrust
By His Spirit, fleeing pride
And at His Cross forever hide
Beside the wonders of His grace
The fairest saint hath blackened face
Beneath His mercy’s soothing gaze
Our dearest ties are cast away
Before Jehovah’s holy Throne
With boldness stand, the Son to own
Beg for help to battle sin
And drink of grace to treasure Him
Amen

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