A life wasted
Chasing after sin
Pride swallowed me in
To places I never thought
I would visit
I had places to go
Money to make
Success winked at me
I could not ignore the tug
on my heart
Success and worldly riches
more important
Then leaving a legacy of a
changed life
I guess the price was too
high to pay
The dreams Papa had for me
I chucked out by the door
Together with everyone
who spoke life over me
Blinded to my short comings
I prefer to never confront
my fears
Walked with many scars
Hid behind different masks
Like a puppet on a string
I danced to the enemy’s lies
Mesmerised by sin
I made it my habitation
Chased empty dreams
Instead of eliminating my fears
For it was all about me and
my selfish needs
I have places to go
I have money to chase
I couldn’t care less of the
trail of a life wasted
I left behind
Please don’t ask me to pause
for a while
To take a look at the ashes
I leave behind
There’s no time to deal with
the pain of my past
The world is waiting
I don’t care about the hearts
I trample on
There was a time,
not too long ago
Though it seems so distant now
When Papa’s dreams was
still my dreams
His plans and purposes
important to Me
Till the enemy came in and
he painted his pictures
Of what a significant life
looks like
Looking through his eyes
I fell; hook, line and sinker
for his lies
I embraced it,
I made it mine
The pictures of wealth, success and sin, blew my mind
Oh, but he never showed me
the end
The costly price I had to pay
I sold my soul
I believed all his lies
He studied me for years
He knew all my voids
He knew my fears
The pain from the past
I never dealt with
He lured me in and I followed
him blindly
He pressed all the right buttons
The pain I chose to ignore
He used as bait to explore
My dreams turned into ashes
It slipped through my fingers
As I drifted further and further away from His presence
The One who loves me through all my wondering
Is still waiting for me
to die to self
Papa’s love for me,
still as vast as the ocean
He will never let go of me
I was the reason He hung
on a cross
It’s never to late
To return to His heart.
Mark 8:36 For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
~ Ebigale Wilson
Never Too Late
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