Struggled with my sins
I was a messed up girl
The devil had tricks up his sleeves
The way he snarled
About how I was worthless
And that I should stick to sinning
But little did he know
Jesus had my back from the beginning
I was a slave to sex
I was a slave to depression
Imagine if God didn't take hold of my hand
I would of suffered serious repercussions
I was a helpless swimmer
Drowning in my iniquities
When I first approached God
I became like a child who needed pity
Wanted to throw in the towel
Say forget it and quit
Praising Almighty God for His salvation
He allowed me to escape from Egypt
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My Thoughts In Poetry💬✍🏾
PoetryA compilation of poems that speaks on what's in my heart This picture doesn't belong to me but to its rightful owner.
