Just one excuse not to pray,
was one step back from your presence.
In that moment I felt empty,
I lost my sense of purpose.
Righteousness felt like a burden.
"I'm a sinner" became my song.
Not so long I was dancing with the devil.
Suddenly my body needed to be touched.
Sexual desires sparked up,
Pornography became my favourite movie.
Fantasies.. my meditation.
My soul yearned for a soothing RnB song.
"I'll never be perfect" would be a perfect title of a poem.
I was more hungry for food than of the Word.
I knew I had to repent,
"But what if I sinned just once before church reopened?"
A gentle...