FACET

[verseode]

                  

            The facets of your past remain
            In caverns underground
            Lying idly, gathering dust
            They do not make a sound
            Until the day that one escapes
            And floats up to the top
            Reminding you of sinful past
            It's power you can't stop.

            Like a bad smell lingering
            It stays with you all day
            Polluting every waking hour
            It will not go away
            You have to choose it's future path
            Consign it to the bin
            Get on with your Christian walk
            You mustn't let it win.