When Chains Are Calling

In a deep pit I was chained.
My legs, poor mind
and my precious gifts of hands.
All in strong shackles.
.
Dirt on my bumpy face.
My chest empty with a big hole on
my left side.
I was so tired of trying to break out
of this stinking pit prison.
Till I grew faint.
.
Then a bright light shined brightest.
He covered my deep hole on my chest
with his massive love.
Chains and prisons broken.
Cleaned up my dirty face.
I held up my filthy hands to Him.
He cleaned up my stinking soul.
.
That's why when the filthy past chains are calling.
I'll never pick up and go back.
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If you don't know Him; His mighty name is Jesus.