Choice

I was all a matter of choice...though sometimes I felt forced Drawn to my mad addictions by an evil magnetic force Like a horse led down to a river that was poisoned and polluted I drank the devils water and my soul became diluted What was clean was made dirty What was pure was made filth Slowly drowning in my sorrows Slowly praying for quick death My life became a battlefield I was my own worst enemy My mind became a prison where convicts don't go free My heart was bound in shackles My soul was bound in chains I spent the minutes,days,and years in mindless misery Until somewhere in the silence I saw a speck of light Soon it started growing...giving sight where I was blind Finally I made a choice...choosing life instead of death Jesus bent those iron bars and gave me holy breath He stripped those shackles off me Those chains fell to the ground He spoke a word and the prison fell with a mighty thunderous sound Now I make good choices...cause I'm living in the light I walk now in His presence turning wrong into His right