The Spirit quickens, for I am dead,
I know not the Way, till I am led;
I am all carnal - sold under sin,
Till Christ does lighten my heart within.
Christ saves me from this body of death
In which I'm held with this mortal breath.
And of myself, nothing can I do,
For old sin has pierced me through and through.
For in this flesh I find nothing good;
But only in Christ- in my place stood,
What I can't perform, He works within;
For He has taken my native sin.
Sin kills me with the sentence of death-
The Spirit still speaks my shibboleth:
And that which holds me in Adam's state
Makes me to know my Great Potentate.
Sin has abounded to cause my case;
But there Christ has ruled in the same place.
To make His strength perfect in my fall,
And that He should be my all in all.
I have the sentence of death within -
That was placed on me through Adam's sin;
That in Jesus still should be my trust
Who raises from death and old Adam's dust.
Who must deliver from death and sin?
The Spirit of Him Who speaks within.
My flesh serves the Law of Sin and Death;
My spirit replies with daily breath.
I am raised daily to speak His Name,
There find His mercy is still the same;
For that which is crooked, He makes straight;
And His sweet Spirit never comes late.
*Copyright, 2005,
O. Allen Bailey