Failure is sometimes a revelation, if the heart desire a change. If it is a change by God. It is no longer a failure, but the mending of that individual by God, for an imputed righteousness by faith.
 
The once lusher works of my hands the desire of my heart, is nothing more, but a withering plant... with broken roots on a hard place, yet I let not go. For the lust of my heart. I am consumed in darkness. Even though in darkness I feel the light of God upon me like a sprinkling shower from above... Then His words I remember, were as a lamp onto my feet... not confine by the cliffs and valleys, but free as a living water, not cover in darkness, but reborn into life. For the old rugged Cross made a difference. My eyes are not blend with the desire of my past, but they are open into royalty. My hands are not bound by failing works, but they are open unto blessings. For I am a walking new man in Christ.
 
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