Never Losing Sight

So as I type what I did last night don't judge me

Don't judge me because everyone sin and nobody’s perfect

Talking about sin... that's what i committed

Yes, I took my eyes off of Jesus

But I will be okay he know where my heart is 

Out clubbing, drinking, smoking, dancing

Mind gone so long that I don't even know how I committed and when I committed sin

Approached me with the slick talk, head low, eyes up creeping down low

Undressing me with his eyes as I speak

I kind of felt dirty, horny, and ready

I felt dirty because I have never been looked at that way

Well what I was wearing would have thought I was a hoe

But what you didn’t know is that I'm a daughter of doctors, a college student getting her PhD

I felt horny because I had needs that have never gotten met... Sex

The steamy and lustful thing that everyone makes expectable 

I don't know where my mind was, or how his hands met my skin 

Sliding up and down in places I had never let a man touch

Ready... that was even the word

Aroused, curious, qualified

I don't know what got into me or how he got into me

His spoke his language, flirted a little, kissed a little, and then took my hand and lead into the direction I have never went with a guy

The door, his car, and then his house

I put myself into a situation that led to sin, and that night sin played my alter ego

Blazing looks I never knew I could give

Let my hands feel and intertwine with things I never felt before

I had the body of a video vixen, the attitude of a bad bitch, and the mind of a Christian

Taking every step toward his door, walking in looking both ways before I entered

Closed the doors that kept my life enclosed and wrapped around my sin so tight that nobody could look in

I pushed him towards that wall making every kiss count like my life dependent on it

One thing led to another... and now I am lying on my back wrapped in sheets I didn't knew the color of

Lying next to a man that's not even my husband

I looked over twice and got up

Grabbed my clothes, and started to walk the trails of a woman that had a one night stance 

I started to run, hoping that my sin would catch up to me

Bowww! My knee...

I started to limp my way towards a place I called home on Sunday mornings

BOWWW!!!! My other knee clasping toward the ground

Now I’m crawling, tiring sliding down my face like wet pain 

Then it started to raining, I looked up and said wash my sin away

That night I went through hell and met the man I needed more

I slivered my way into the church, making my presents known to my father

God I'm sorry I screamed inside, but that wasn’t enough

I prayed, I cried, I studied the bible, but that wasn’t enough 

God, I know I messed up and God I need you, still not enough

But then I looked up and I seen a ghost

 Matthew 14:27 ...“Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.” Jesus said


 No that wasn't him, so I ignored him

"COME!" Jesus said

I looked to my right then left and continued my prayer.

But the hell I was going though had gotten even worse

My parents died, I got evicted from my house, and the name my parents gave me wasn't Amanda anymore it was... Ayyyee yo hoeee come heere.

That night when I decided to take my eyes off of Jesus was the worse decision of my life.

I started to sink so low and before I went under I cried... Lord save me

And immediately he reached out his hand and caught me. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?”

I started to thank him and love him with all my heart. 

The stormed stopped ....after that I never took my eyes off of him ever again

That night I committed sin was the day’s went through hell, and the days I went through hell is the days I talked to God the most

I learned that if your storm makes you start talking to God more than it is God

God will take you through certain things that would make you want to test your faith...

Realize that God won't put more on you than you can bear; he is with you through every step of the way, but just be careful where you step and don't test your faith






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