Magnesium wove through torso,
tethered to the corpse, kept
my heart in check.
Oblivious to the oppressive weight,
one day I tried to be free;
struggled against those delicate-looking
that caused submission in me.
When I met Him, to be forgiven,
his pierced hands were the strength
to free that day.
Now immersed in his death,
I walk with a choice,
I can choose to follow Him,
and lift up my voice.
(NIV, Romans 7:15- I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. 16 And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. 17 As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. 18 For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature.[a] For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. 19 For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. 20 Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it. 21 So I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. 22 For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; 23 but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me. 24 What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death? 25 Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!)