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The Prism Vol Ii

They say slavery ended in the 60s but @ times I still feel like a slave to sin yet we're still enemies But the flesh, feels like a friend to me it gives me what I want but freedom from it is what I need So I'm back in this prism feeling caged like a prison acting like Christ didn't free me from that death sentence No condemnation, thats what's engraved on my casket I expose my sin for what it really is let me unmask it He's a bastard so why treat him like he's royalty Jesus made him whole washed his sins Now he has beautiful feet Paul said it was better to be single in Christ I'm taking heed to that statement eating this Bread of life. So this prism this predicament That I keep putting myself in chalk it up to To no self control of this cross that I'm bearing

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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