The Dance

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nd Just long enough to hook you then she’d leave Her games would leave me thirstier Than I was before She would leave me longing for reprieve</p><p id="938c">I could go on with all the ways I strived and then I failed Somehow to avoid the coming wrath Enough to say, it all fell through I found nothing in me To set my feet upon a saving path</p><p id="7eff">Then came the bright, revealing light I finally heard the call In the night the cross awakened me The wrath upon my sins was sure That did not disappear But Jesus bore Himself my penalty</p><p id="9fb0">So now I’ve set to live against The pleasures of the world And seek the Lord of Life who makes me whole When once I was crushed by the weight Of my rebellious ways Now that wide gate can never have my soul</p><p id="7cec">Now I live to tell the truth Of what became of me To lead the lost along the saving way But, how the Devil rages on To cast my soul back down And he will rage until the final day</p><p id="3d4f">Many, the infirmities Heavy, all the weight Satan, that old serpent, casts on me But Jesus, how that truth remains If tonight I breathe my last Come morning I

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shall wake, Your face to see</p><p id="7fee"><b>Other poetic works by Brad Creech:</b></p><div id="747a" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/midnight-217045f86172"> <div> <div> <h2>Midnight</h2> <div><h3>A poem on broken family</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*vLjs8EPSd0wQsLvj)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="de4b" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/ashes-of-the-fall-b488cb9d1487"> <div> <div> <h2>Ashes of the Fall</h2> <div><h3>A brief poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*te78vklfi2o-Hzcx)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A poem

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Born to face the fiery pit There’s nothing I could do To save myself from that impending fate Not charity, love, or moral life Could cover up the debt That I should pay at Hell’s wide-open gate

Still, I tried with all my might Myself, to find a way Of fending off the dark, imposing curse So desperately began the dance One method to the next Endless, futile strategies rehearsed

Distraction, how I loved that friend He kept me from the truth If only I could fly to other things But when I was alone again No diversions there to find My broken, bleeding heart would clip my wings

Religion, how she puffed me up She made me feel secure I acted right and followed every rule I knew my theology Debated with the best The darkness in my heart proved me a fool

Pleasure, she played hard to get She never stuck around Just long enough to hook you then she’d leave Her games would leave me thirstier Than I was before She would leave me longing for reprieve

I could go on with all the ways I strived and then I failed Somehow to avoid the coming wrath Enough to say, it all fell through I found nothing in me To set my feet upon a saving path

Then came the bright, revealing light I finally heard the call In the night the cross awakened me The wrath upon my sins was sure That did not disappear But Jesus bore Himself my penalty

So now I’ve set to live against The pleasures of the world And seek the Lord of Life who makes me whole When once I was crushed by the weight Of my rebellious ways Now that wide gate can never have my soul

Now I live to tell the truth Of what became of me To lead the lost along the saving way But, how the Devil rages on To cast my soul back down And he will rage until the final day

Many, the infirmities Heavy, all the weight Satan, that old serpent, casts on me But Jesus, how that truth remains If tonight I breathe my last Come morning I shall wake, Your face to see

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