Like sunlit sparkles, your glory I marvel.
Sunrise rays breaking the dawn of a new way, a replay; a rewind of past times,
fast-forward to my calling that lay deep inside.
No more hiding, no more lying, tired of trying the fruitless deeds of dying.

“Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down & thrown into the fire”;
pride, the eyes, the lustful deeds I desired.
The muck & mire I used to admire, neatly dressed in deceitful attire.

So long, good-bye; I retire, from that life of desperate compromise. From the lies inside,
fantasy’s comprised; a modern marvel carnival of sin, sickness, & everything carnal.

A freak-show flesh flow, I played the pimp, & ho!
Not sure I can tell you how low my frequency used to go,
like the bass drum hum of a hood-rat rollin slow.

Pullin up to Satan’s door, lookin for more, not realizing it could cost me my soul.

Money was the fuel that fed the pipe, & when that ran out I pawned pieces of my life.

Relationships ransomed, family sold for a high, lest I forget the spiritual side.
Smokin up demons, sorcery stole my freedom, a witchcrafted concoction of slow-death creepin in.
No rhyme or reason, but a season of treason against the One who shed His blood for my freedom.

Why would anyone willingly turn their back on such a sweet gift, deliverance?
Delivered from the pit of the Holy Spirit counterfeit.

“For whom the Son sets free, is free indeed.”
No more need to get on my knees & beg the devil to plug the hole in my heart-bleed.
“For whom the Son sets free, is free indeed.”

Don’t try to reason it
You can’t achieve it
He did it all…
Just simply believe it, just simply receive it