Imprisoned

Imprisoned by the shadows of the past. They creep through the night trying to infiltrate my present. They come in secret to steal my smile but God is my guard.

Imprisoned by lies that rob my future. They only want me to give in to the brokenness but God made me strong. God said no weapons formed shall prosper and I hold that to be true.

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