Wayne Underwood Poet Enclosed Rhyme

Held Against My Will

I wake up in the morning and feel my soul subdued
and tell myself reluctantly, the darkness can be shrewd.

Then I feel a tingle, from my head down to my toe's,
it's the Holy Spirit, the darkness is exposed

I'm reminded of the days, that I was held against my will.
I fought against myself, when I should have just been still.

Sometimes we forget, that life is not a race.
Patience brings us purity, slow and steady get you grace.

So don't be held against your will, by darkness and deceit.
When you take delight in the Lord, your life will be complete.

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