It
By Kathryn Taylor
It claimed to be my comfort,
It claimed to be my friend,
Claimed to calm my worries…
It helped me to pretend-
It said I would be cool,
said it’d make me fun….
It said so many things
Before leaving me undone-
It knew all of my secrets…
We had one of our own…
It wanted to be with me
So I was not alone-
But..it turned on me quickly,
It turned without a care,
Its grip turned so deadly
A mighty ghastly snare-
‘Cause that is how it works,
robed in it’s disguise,
luring me to the center
of it’s web of hidden lies-
Why didn’t I see it coming?
Why can’t I just go back?
It has changed my life forever,
Never giving any slack….
It has left me here so empty,
It has left me in despair,
There seems no way of escape
I haven’t got a prayer…..
Prayer? Prayer? Yes! Prayer!
I think that I remember….
From somewhere way back when
That prayer is the answer…
It is where I must begin!!
There is only one thing stronger…..
Only one thing true enough,
To loosen Its grip on me,
And call its lyin’ bluff…..
And that is a Savior,
The Heavenly Prince of Peace…
EVERY IT must bow it’s knee
At the name of Christ Jesus-
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