Wednesday, December 16, 2009
I was born with a thorn in my side,
Tried to mask it with a smile,
But even a smile could hide, the pain inside,
I felt like a part of me had died,
Somebody lied,
They told me that this is the land of opportunity,
Well why they try to influence me,
With things that promise to ruin me,
Demons consistently chasing and pursuing me,
I’m steady fighting them off,
But they keep coming like moths, to a flame,
But by faith I’m sustained,
And they starve,
Because no longer they can feed off my pain,

Thank you Christ the King.


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