New Purpose
My past composed—
Revenge, lust, drunkenness, idolatry
Today, ordained by the will of God—
Flesh ridden
They, affectedly pious,
Those self-righteous
Spit their critique on my choice
To live for Him who freed me
To them I am unparallel,
Not drowning in my old shame
I have been dressed in sin before—
Weary laden and lost
Until I inhaled His word
And took it to heart—
I hold it close
He freed me from my burdens,
Washed away my thriving sin
I took His easy yoke
And He bestowed on me His promise
Love, healing, and peace
Free from meaningless, worrisome toil
To them I say
I am not parallel,
But clothed in spiritual purpose
I now live for Him—
Forgiven
I strive to become His reflection
Until His day come
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