Once I had a troubled life
Full of mischief
Laced with strive
A lying tongue
In vanity wise
A smart arse tool
A thin disguise
Being a fool
In his eyes
I see the past
Now push for the prize
No longer a slave
At vanities whim
My purpose
My life
Belongs to him
And from his arms
I will not stray
In death and in life
Is where I'll stay
And count my blessing
One by one
A loving Father
And his Son.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: August 2nd, 2026 02:06
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Comments2
A pledge of religious loyalty in this poem. Nicely written
What a moving testimony, Valiantstar. The honesty about former failures gives the spiritual renewal real weight...and I love how completely the speaker entrusts both the present and eternity to God. Powerful work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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