A girl born of sin
A spirit made for temptation in its finest form
Satan’s beauty- a work of everywhere she’s been
She clings to, like a blanket’s warm
She bore witness time and time again
To her, God promised faithfulness
But Satan maintained his grip
At His feet she sat, worthless
She sits in the darkest corner
The voices tell her He lies, His promises untrue
Abba lies- the idea pours down upon her
She succumbs to hurt and more self- talk that’s been long overdue
But as she sits alone amongst the group, she becomes immersed in His grace
Every time He holds out His hand, she touches and then withdraws
Fear of the unknown staring her in the face
If she lets herself strip down her identity, she has to worry what everyone saw
The last person who saw the truth, the fire in her eyes
She pushed away, making another victim to the Enemy’s wrath
And when she was alone again, Satan’s power couldn’t die
Chasing after His heart was the last of her chosen paths
But He wraps His arms around her being
Rocks her in her dreams
Because in her dreams, the human world is more than what she is seeing
Satan’s dirty tricks reverse, and there is no picking teams
Awakening to a world of pure deliverance
Freedom from oppression and the pain that plagues her past
In His kingdom, she’s free to dance
Chains of bondage are Satan’s stronghold, ending fast
She takes claim over her heart, as she accepts forgiveness and joy
Temptation takes the backburner, as she closes out sin
She runs into his arms, as his child rather than the Enemy’s toy
When she foresees the darkness, she may just win.
