who knows what plagues the mind

when women turn to this...blind

but for sure...God's light does not burn

for this carnal work...this selfish turn

I...myself...walked this street

more than once...death's pavement...knew my feet

beginning with momma who didn't need another mouth to feed

we went together...a woman, a room, a bed...then we took our leave

as time went on...I chose murder...myself

'it's all right,' I said, 'just some blood ...nothing else'

4 times I did this...a little soul...never knew life

4 times I decided to kill...to fix what I called...a 'plight'

it was only when Jesus saved me...that I realized with great shame...

the precious 'gifts' He had given...I had scorned...with marked disdain

only His love made me see...the deprivation of my terrible 'glee'

it was through His love...that I pleaded... Calvary's pardon for me

how grateful I am for the day...

when He knocked...and I permitted Him to stay

I repented for every flesh, bone, blood and sinew

destroyed...before my Savior...I fully knew

so, when the words come forth...praising my Redeemer...day after day

and when Glory...for His Mercy and Grace seems boastful ...in a way

I pray that you now fully understand...

the homage of this forgiven one...'His Poet'...who now stands 

 Ex 20:13, 2 Cor 5:17, 1Jhn 1:9, Rom 3:23

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