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!
"LORD, you have assigned me my portion and my cup." Psalm 16:5
"Better a dry crust with peace and quiet than a house full of feasting, with strife." Proverbs 17:1
"Worship the LORD your God, and his blessing will be on your food and water." Exodus 23:25a
"The life I live in the body I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me." Galatians 2:20
“'My food,' said Jesus, 'is to do the will of him who sent me and to finish his work.'" John 4:34
"Dear friends, I urge you, as foreigners and exiles, to abstain from sinful desires, which wage war against your soul." 1 Peter 2:11