My Past, My Prison

My past was a prison that only He held the key

I wanted to do it my own way so He could not set me free

It was a pipe and a needle which made up the bars to my cell

I was chained down by dope and could not escape that hell

I turned down true freedom for a temporary feel

‘Till my life fell into shambles which made me want to kneel

With a barrel to my brain and a finger on the trigger

He said, please hold off dear son my plans for you are bigger

I know you’ve lived in misery and in the mire and in the mud

But I put a wager on your soul and it was purchased by My Blood