When I was Dead
By: C.H.James

Sometimes I find my thoughts return
To days when I was dead
My soul tormented deep inside
Was longing to be fed

I can’t explain the reason why
I’m drawn like moth to flame
But I’m sure it must be Satan’s plan
To turn me whence I came

This struggle goes on day to day
A struggle deep within
It wars against my heart and mind
It turns my thoughts toward sin

Who will free me from these bonds
Who my soul will win
Who will come to comfort me
And take away my sin

I’ll let my soul be guided
By the one who died for me
The blood He shed upon my cross
Has washed and set me free

<<

 

Poems
Home
>> flower