Cure me & Secure me

Cure me & Secure me

If this is what is needed;

Then Lord,

Grant me a double portion:

Of your Spirit, Fire & Anointing.

For I have to constantly die,

And to you, I can't lie.

I don't like to,

Nor do I want to.

I can do it for a while,

But then again, my being gets defiled.

By this world,

By his schemes,

And my wickedness.

It's not a matter of a while,

But conquering with overwhelming victory through every trial.

There's no magic box,

or phone number to dial.

But a matter of Reliance, Surrender & Denial.

But again, I won't deny,

I still don't like to die.

Our Alliance consists of my constant reliance.

I'm programmed as a contender,

That's why I find it so hard to surrender,

To you, my faithful defender.

Surely I'm helpless & hopeless without your assistance,

That's the reason for my persistence.

Not because of my goodness, discipline, or devotion.

I just have a proper notion of who I am without you.

A mess of doubts and emotions,

Led astray by the motions.

Weak and Insecure,

There's only one thing that I'm sure:

Your Oil is the cure,

And your presence is the only place I feel secure.