Were those harmed at your hand to tug against the ones you’ve lovingly served, who would claim the marker? And if your soul was the prize, to whom would you belong were it not for the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ? Surely I would fall in the mire and be claimed by the darkness! Praise be to God for the selfless loving gift I never paid! Even had I the means, surely my cursed will would have sealed my fate, for my carcass of flesh goes with me and even my bones cross themselves against grace at every turn. Thanks be to Jesus, my Redeemer, Who bought me out of this unwinnable war, this body of death!