POISON

[verseode]

                   

         You wander through childhood
         Collecting a skin
         That turns into poison
         And settles within
         Controlling your actions
         Dictating your life
         The one He created
         Surrounded by strife.

         Until the day you ask Him in
         Holy Spirit comes inside
         Ready for the pruning job
         That snips away your sin and pride
         Tap roots severed from the ivy
         Tangled mess is cleared away
         satans hold has been released
         You are now His after all.