Deep, deep inside of me hide dark secrets that threaten to show themselves and expose me every day. These same secrets sneak up on me from the innermost part of my heart to my consciousness surprising me with shadows that sweep over me, like a dark sheet in the darker night. It is my own created horror that haunts me the most. And Satan knows it. And uses it against me, when I least expect it. It is his power over me. He uses it to keep me from Christ.
The shadowy veil of decent he uses keeps me from the very One who can and will heal me.
But my past is not perfect, my future is. Perfected by the Perfect One.
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