standing in the past
almost hard to move
‘how did I get here’
seems to ring inside
the eyes are the lamp to the soul
why wouldn’t Satan deceive by sight
if your mirror is dark
your reflection looks dirty
if your mirror is clear
the past is unseen
heaven never talks about my stripping days
heaven never talks about how I used to live
heaven never mentions how I used to cuss
heaven never mentions how I treated others
Satan may use my senses to remind me of the past
but God uses His Truth to establish who I am
