Savior
I thought about a problem.
Then I obsessed.
My mind went into overdrive.
And I got depressed.
It’s like it’s infected.
That part of my brain.
The lies, not reality.
That drove me insane.
I was born this way.
And most of us were.
I wondered about Jesus.
But never was sure.
Then one day I found Him.
From the bottom of my life.
He removed all my anger.
And removed all my strife.
He showed me a way.
I knew not before.
It was when I did knock.
That He opened the door.
I felt so not worthy.
He assured me I am.
For my sins have been cleansed.
By the blood of the lamb.
It was He who became.
All the bad things I’ve done.
And all the things that I’ll do.
I was saved by The Son.
So I thank you my Jesus.
For the price that you paid
And my ways of the old.
At the cross they’ve been laid.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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