Distractions feel good, that's why they're distracting.
When are you going to trade the temporary for the everlasting?

I dwell on mountain tops, but I come from rock bottom.
I've been cut and I've been broken with plans for no tomorrow.

While I was weeping in my closet, I heard a voice in my head.
It didn't come from this world, nor did it deduce rightful dread.

While I was weeping in my closet, I heard a voice from within.
It comforted me as I relapsed once again.

Between the walls of my closet is where I almost took my last breath.
Yet tomorrow it's where I’ll meet Him on my knees with prayer’s intent.

This is my testimony, brought to you by the defendant:
That God is my witness and Christ is my representative.



Monday 20 May 2024