Torn
Torn between my love for this life,
and love for my God;
Saten is all around me,
he follows the paths I trod.
I am just a poor simple man,
trying my familys needs to meet.
I find temptations everywhere,
Saten throws them at my feet.
My brain it plays tricks on me,
when I follow I always take part;
The things that Saten places before me,
that I don't want to do at heart.
For it is my brain and not my heart,
that always leads me astray;
For the tricks of Saten are cleaver,
and games always fun to play.
So I need to follow my heart instead,
and do what I know is right;
And keep the promises of the lord,
fore front in my sight.
For when it is the Lords will,
that I keep in front of me;
I know the reward I will receive,
and heaven is where I will be.
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