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The Seed that was Planted
Victor Longstreth
The sun is shinning but my mind is gray.
The sun is shinning but it seems a rather dark day.
With circling feelings of dismay,
I search for a place to hideaway.
A place to be safely understood,
a place to be free like I should.
Instead I stand trapped in reality, deep in my mind I long to be, lost in the silence of solitude, found in the darkest corners.
Behind the velvet curtain of my sinful desires I sit,
where my lust is defeated as I weep with regret.
For the seed that was planted is now full grown,
summoning me from the shadows with a dreadful moan.
I watch in disbelief pondering my fate,
for the hook was cast and I have taken the bait.
Yet, repentance was granted behold the tear in faith’s eye.
The life I now live shall verify.
The things I have done I will do no more,
by His grace I knock and Christ opens the door.
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