As i strut along weak and weary,
Came a soothing chant in flurry,
With its echo sweet and lovely,
Yet its melody sad and dreary.
  
Creeping into my idle mind,
Polluting me of all kind.
Slipping through the cracks of my weakness,
Seeding at the comfort of its darkness.

Taking its root on my heart, immune.
Feeding on the lies I consume,
Keeping the evil deeds resume,
Making my life wholly deplume.

Sprouting through the stretches of my ego,
Bearing its fruit on my habit as I go,
Killing my character swift aghast.
Leaving me lost and blur at last.

My presence denied all glamour,
All frolic lost in a quick manner,
Left me bruised, blue and sore,
Darkness there and nothing more.

Lost in the dark all blinded,
I sat there hopeless and chained,
For the wages of sin is death,
And in its gulf a fitting grave.

As i nod there nearly drowsing,
A ray of hope as the church bell ringing,
A shimmering tint from a distant drift,
A desperate grasp on the graceful lint.

My hands tightly curled into each other,
As I begin to sit and ponder.
Then I heard a call from yonder,
Whose echo so soothing and tender,

Its melody full of love and kind,
Reaching out to my burdened mind,
Healing me from deep inside.
Drawing out the evil outside.

"And it all made the difference".