He took on all my weight
Which allowed me see a bit clearer
Directed me to the path that's straight
I just had to take a good look in the mirror
His love was hard for me to conceive
For in my flesh resides a crippling fear
Some things became difficult to believe
Yet I believe my efforts were sincere
So much food for thought
His word was sweet to the taste
Such a comfort it brought
I saw bad habits being replaced
But in laying hands the sick remained
The demons didn't even tremble
Fear kept me bound and chained
Was it Christ who I resembled?
I'd become my own worst enemy
In my own efforts I'd fail
After all He's given to me
My testimony became somewhat stale
So you see why I have to confess
And this is becoming my mission
In spite the fear, I must impress
A need for all to be in total submission
Written by Ronnie Enoch
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