Back on My Feet

lanaevans

My slate is filthy, I'm guilty of sinning. 

I let the devil win too many times.

I've been pulled into the darkness where I felt nothing but empty.

I was hopeless, I just knew I was going to die.

So why am I alive?

Because Jesus, my Lord reached his hand out to me. 

I took it quickly, he heals the sick and

He brought me back on my feet. 

  • Author: lanaevans (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2017 20:07
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    The Lord be with You.



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