Transformed
i only have hope
in Christ alone
before i was stoned
left love scorned
tattered and weary
i stole life
victimized all
had the dealers
when i fell
totally dependent
on self
never looked at that
Bible that was on
the shelf
one day i opened it
i didn't change
i just woke up
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