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My dark days have passed and God's light now shines brightly.

In past days, I've written of fear
Yet still today it taunts me here
My actions and words were meant to destroy
I've been tough and I've been mean
But my heart feels pain that the worst can't enjoy
To many I seem a stronghold
My life's deeds have strengthened my case
But in my recesses I cower and cry
My life and my heart have grown far apart
I've deceived friend and foe
I've hurt my love's and damaged the young
The evil in me has raged too long and free
God's plan will now guide me

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Pages of words overlap in my mind
Never enough words can be spoken
My love is doubted, by me even for a time
Who is to say what love is, save God?
But never before has my heart bled with such strength
Her words woo me into a trance
Her face haunts my mind yet sooths me
I'm better since I found this girl, my path is clear
I seek to please God first and follow His will
Love should know not a boundry, save God's
Yet that stretches to infinity

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I watch and wait as many fall
All the while I try to stand tall
My friends struggle with God,
My family with life, and me with reality
I fight with what I can
But my own resolve is soft
I've grown calloused of the heart and weak in the spirit
I seek guidence yet wait
I make choices then retreat
Humanity holds me back grudgingly
And uncertainty weights me down
No decision is good enough
And I see no proper outcome
My faith is tested daily and I may soon leap

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Love looks down and sees my heart
Black and scarred it stands
Afraid to see what the future holds
A broken spirit and quivering hands
Deceit lurks in the recesses of its soul
His life unfulfilled, depressing memories
A slacker forced to grow up fast
And feasts on a mocker's meal of crow
Making stances on a slope
Not digging in on wisdom's counsel
A man whose hopes spread on wings of need
Flying by the facade of a cowardous breed
Constantly seeking answers hidden
Wearing blinders of narrow minded thinking
An expansion of borders
Yet inprisonment of mind
A song so softly sang in light
Drifts to those whom death did find
Sinking deeper into sin
Thinking much, but throwing the win.

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new. -II Corinthians 5:17