A Bad Apple

A Bad Apple By: Tom Wright 3/10/2006 I was just one more apple, in a barrel called life. A creature of pleasure, bruised and crushed from strife. Without meaningful direction, I accepted come what may. I sought pleasure in sin, for what I thought, was a day. But once awakening, I found, I was rotten to the core. I had hurt those around me, my spirit was now poor. I had sunk to the bottom, and had no hope in sight. I sought counsel from friends, for relief from my plight. But solutions from friends, Was not the answer you see. For the barrels I frequented, Were filled with apples like me. Then one day from nowhere, But in an inaudible voice. I found Jesus was my answer, So I made him my choice.

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