The Power of HIS Name

The Power of His Name
By Pennman

A shadow of sin
crossed my path
inviting my spirit
to savor its wrath

Hovering over me
like a dark cloud
wrapping my being
cocooned in its shroud

Fits of rage
came over me then
it coursed through my veins
over and over again

My eyes glazed over
my vision was blurred
my mind was reeling
and my speech was slurred

And just when I was ready
to scream out a curse
I cried out His name
and the shadow dispersed

Then came relief
as the dark rolled away
and I, on a path
no longer astray

For I bridled my tongue
from the shadow of sin
and allowed my sweet savior
to enter in.

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