You are more than just a snake in the grass.
You are the deceiver tempting me into the looking glass.
A backward reflection of His glory and might.
Searching for happily ever after in the form of an armored knight.
Like a greyhound I chase the white rabbit whose ticking is the sound of death.
Leading me deeper from the taste of eternal breath.
Engrossed in the rat race I overlooked the mirror, shattered and breaking.
Confused and lost, my soul left fractured and for the taking.
Purging to be as thin as acceptance and pushing away from the table of confidence in me, Godís creation.
Binging at the tree of false knowledge not noticing my soulís emaciation.
Leading by example, you teach the way of the fallen.
As if all lifeís answers reside in your magical cauldron.
Youíve insulted me, abused and accused me; pushing me to my brink,
but it was Jesus that kept me, not allowing me to sink.
You feel deserving of worship and worthy of one to be followed,
but I am choosing Jesus, the way in which is hallowed.
I choose life and love for in His way is narrow and straight.
For envy, pride, death, and hate makes broad the way to destructionís gate.
Forgiven, I no longer am the queen of a heart of stone.
For Jesus is my bridge to the Fatherís throne.
Thank you, Jesus.
Honor, Glory, and Praise to the Most High
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