2013 first ministry outreach experience

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I wrote this just before I got saved. If you are an athiest or not a christian you might find this offensive, So sorry in advance

Submitted: July 10, 2013

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Im sobbing silently in solitude. My memories and regrets. I'm feeling sick of this solemn talents.

I feel like I'm sitting in a cell 6ft 6 deep. The more I shout for help the more its caving in. I cry to the Lord, He wants to set me free, But then satan the thief steals the key.

I try to rely on my fam, But it seems they don't give a damn. I try to rely on my friends, Turns out its just the devil using them.

So I cry to myself, provoking self-pity, In this cell its all about me. I put a front on the cell, to protect what's inside. Making it look like I work hard all the time.

But truly its just that I have no direction, That's cause they shut me out, make sure I'm rejected. Keep reminding me I can't reach the top shelf, Then they wonder why I can't be myself.

I'm so young, don't look down on me, But really as far as I care is Ephesians 4:15 I know I'm not of use to you, But God has a plan for me too.

So let's change the topic. Relationships, can't help but become whipped.

But its not worth it, just cause of a passionate gaze and obvious signs. Its just another of satan's lies. Why; would a guy, with a Lady, hit on me like crazy, even go as far as trying to have babies? Yeah the devil goes that far with deception. Well he just has to accept that, I'm gonna be more abrasive.

I sit in my cell almost drowning in my tears. I'm just gonna have to face my fears. So pray to the Lord to grant me salvation, Ever since, there was no room for condemnation.

So I'm sitting in my heart silently in solitude and when Jesus knocks you know what I will do.

I've accepted the Lord truly a great feeling Ever since, my broken heart has been healing.

No sweat, No sweat, No regrets.


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