Lust, A Dangerous Master- Part 01

I lift my eyes from the place of my struggle, From the dark corners where battles rage unseen. My help comes from the Lord, Maker of heaven, earth, and the depths of my heart. Lust has destroyed more than wine ever could It cloaks itself in pleasure, But its bite is sharper than steel. It kisses the lips, then devours the soul. It walks like love but is void of covenant. It speaks like passion, Yet leaves you empty and ashamed. It offers joy that ends in despair. I was raised in truth, but I wandered toward fire. Curiosity lit the match. I tasted knowledge too early, And it soured in my bones like poison. I clothed myself in holiness, But inside, I was wounded and silent. Men saw a servant of God, But the Lord saw a soul at war. This battle was not of flesh alone It was spirit, thought, memory, and desire. For we wrestle not with blood and bone, But with shadows that dwell in light. You, O Lord, saw my bondage. You called me not to perform, But to be purified. Not to hide, but to be healed. I had made You my Savior, But not the Master of my cravings. I prayed for freedom, While dining with the very thing that enslaved me. But now I cry aloud. Let every hidden thing be exposed. Let the darkness be shattered by the light of truth. Let the silence break under the weight of glory. O you who battle in secret, Do not think God is blind to your pain. Nothing hidden will remain concealed. No sin survives the gaze of Heaven.