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I had God,
But I lost Him.
He never did, though.

The Devil came in,
Lured me, held my hands, and said,
"I'll give you whatever you need."

As if I hadn't read stories of him and his doings,
I unapologetically gave in.
And there I was,
One of his many puppets.

I had become addicted to what I prayed against,
And now he has departed me, ruined me.

Yet, I seek redemption,
A new life,
A new soul.

God, if You can hear me,
If Your mercy still flows for the fallen,
If Your grace still reaches broken souls like mine,

Wash me clean.
Strip me of this darkness.
I am tired of wandering through shadows,
Let me find rest in Your light.

It's time I cleansed myself,
Brought myself to my knees,
And worshipped You like I used to.

I pray for forgiveness,
And with no doubt in my heart,
I know You'll welcome me back.

It feels good...
To be back home.