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It sticks! It pokes! It bothers me,

Reminder of the Fall.

God sent it through Hell’s agency

To keep my puffing small.

If I felt not my weakness

Nor heard my thoughts so snide

I might think I were better

Than those I walk beside.

I want my sin to wither

And die upon the vine,

But not till Heav’n’s glory

Will perfect peace be mine.

And yet in this my weakness

I shall great power know

For He that sent Affliction

Shall also Mercy show.

August 2012