The Great Escape
The Great Escape
I struggle to bring down walls
That my demons built inside,
I run through the devil’s gauntlet
Just to find a safe place to hide.
My demons enjoy taunting me
As my walls start taking shape,
I looked up to the heavens
For God to plan my great escape.
The Holy Ghost shook the walls
And my demons had no chance,
My walls fell down like Jericho
And my soul began to dance.
Copyright © Troy Snyder | Year Posted 2024
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