There’s a little round hole in the side of my house
That has weathered there through the years
And quite often I find that the squirrels and birds
Have entered, confirming my fears.
There’s a hole that is found in my spirit sometimes
And as soon as I turn my back,
The devil creeps in, and the first thing I know,
I jump to the whip that he cracks.
I can put a new board in the side of my house
To patch it and keep out the prey,
But my spirit I find only God can repair
He replaces the worn with His new every day.
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