Here we are in the dark corners of my heart. The little girl hiding, afraid of the boogyman she knows will be in her room at nightfall. He said "take my hand, let me show you the beauty in the chaos of my dark land" I thought he was a friend. The minute my hand touched his a war began in the ocean of my soul. The darkest storm, raging thunder, pain, agony. This tourment and confusion. He said "look at me, let me give you pleasure" and the ocean of my soul came flooding through my eyes drowning out years of my life with lies. Not a friend. The enemy. Our enemy. I would like to blame it all on him but I made a choice. I took his hand, I gave him a voice. Several of them in fact sometimes the noise in my head was so loud...relax? don't you tell me what to do! and my face would turn blue. I aided him in choking out any light I had inside of me. I made a choice. And now I get to make new ones. Now I am reborn. a new creation and I have a promise. A real friend. A true love. He knows all my darkest secrets all my bad choices and now I get to make new ones. I choose life! I choose love, I choose Jesus! He's cleaning out the ruble...my mess. and He tells me " come now and let us reason together, though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow, though they are red like crimson they shall be as wool" no more lies. I reject you my enemy.