REAPING A HEAVY HARVEST

In foolishness the seeds I’ve sown

Now I reap and how it’s grown

This wretched thing that I conceived

Has given birth and how I’m grieved

A harvest heavy, full of care

A burden I find hard to bear

It was me; I did it, I’m to blame

And now I have to bear the shame

Curse this flesh and sin that clings

As a scorpion that stings

But one day soon this beast I’ll crush

Then the battle in my mind will hush

From sins illusion then set free

I’ll be the one I want to be

Perfect flesh and perfect mind

No more ties of sin that bind

You’ll all rejoice to see me free

But released from my worst enemy

I’ll be rejoicing even more

As I slip through heavens door.

Now, you say, "Well, can't we backslide?" Absolutely. And when you backslide, you're going to get it; don't you worry. Abraham got it, and the rest of them got it, and you'll get it. Don't you think it gives you a right to sin; it doesn't. You'll pay for everything that you do. You'll reap what you sow. You do one little sin, and you'll reap a whole washtub full. That's right. But, brother, that don't mean to say that you're lost. That's exactly right. Abraham reaped exactly what he sowed. That's right. But he was still saved.
William Branham, Hebrews Chapter 6 57-09-08