No Longer

With wanton feet I did trod through satans world apart from God. Though I spoke to others of trusting him, I still swam neck deep in sin. I did believe and trust in God. But with wanton feet I did trod. Sin after sin, day after day I ate the rotting fruit from satans deadly tray. Filled with sin dead inside, God saw something the deciever could not hide. He chose to save this man of sin, now living water flows within. Saved from the lake that burns with fire, Jesus lifted out of deaths deep mire. Now I stand free and guiltless a brand new man. Cleansed by the blood of Gods sinless lamb. Now I no longer plod through endless defeat and I no longer trod with dead wanton feet.