POISON

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You wander through childhood
Collecting a skin
That turns into poison
And settles within
Controlling your actions
Dictating your life
The one He created
Surrounded by strife.

Until the day you ask Him in
Holy Spirit comes inside
Ready for the pruning job
That snips away your sin and pride
Tap roots severed from the ivy
Tangled mess is cleared away
satans hold has been released
You are now His after all.

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