The Drug of Choice
I need an injection
Of the resurrection
I need a dose
Of the Holy Ghost
This disease is just the devil
I can’t stoop down to his level
The only high that I can feel
Is when I rise or when I kneel
Your motion is my potion
That bleeds out all this commotion
In the darkness, I can see
With the lord inside of me
In the storms, I can fly
Because I no longer live a lie.
By: Sabina Nicole
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2013
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