Repent and Repair
I was sitting in church in the very last pew,
With hate in my heart towards the church where I grew
I didn’t hear much in the sermon today,
But I heard enough to where I couldn’t stay
The preacher went on about how Jesus saves;
He heals the wounded and comforts the brave.
I left because I knew that pastor was right,
The things that I thought were just dark thoughts, no light
I drove to the bar and deleted my tab,
That was the reason that I was so sad.
I went to the shelf and pulled down magazines,
The pictures in there were for no eyes to see.
While weeping and crying, I grabbed my old Bible,
The sadness I had was replaced with a smile.
I go to the church every chance that I can,
And thank the Lord, Jesus, the devil can’t win.
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