The Devil
The Devil
The devil is inside me eating at my very soul.
I can’t help but cry ,to God above my heart aches for his loving touch.
That my soul can’t seem to feel .
My soul is burning alive, but my heart seeks God above.
Searching for a living touch.
I ask God to enter in, the devil has to flee.
I can feel God’s heavenly touch, my burning soul is extinguish as God’s love enter in my soul
i can now fly high in heaven sky
Copyright © Angelia Dawson | Year Posted 2008
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