I was lost as a child.
Confused, I swam in the seas of rejection.
I placed my heart in the deceitful hands of deception, because she made me happy.
Proud to escape the reality of pain, and quick to dismiss the truth of shame I grew.
My teen years, or dream years, were mellowed by the distaste of my misplaced soul into a carcass.
Dead in the spirit like a zombie, I was heartless.
As a man I cried, God where did you have my soul purpose sent?
His response dazed me, He said, “This old tree grew from a seed of abandonment.”
Truth is I watered it with doubt and missed faith.
My sanity for me was a bottle, underaged, misguided and unequipped,
He whispered in my ear and told me I’m made for so much and this aint it.
The fact of the matter is continually I must die to my addictions,
Because death came before the resurrection and there’s no way I can come back up without first going down.
He gave me new inspiration with fresh revelation
And understanding taught me the difference between right and wrong,
Even gave me a gift known as the Holy Spirit.
For no additional fee, I even got a key to access doors to the inheritance.
The purpose is He came and set me free from the bondage I equivalated within myself.
Written by: Rashad Branch