He Lives In Me.

Without condemnation for the ills I've done he searched my heart,
Creating in me a new creature filled with His goodness,
At the cross for me He said it is finished,
Giving me power and authority over all creations,
Despite my evil attitude on others my altitude he raised,
From being trampled on the ground to being the shinning rose,
All that was required was to give my life to Him,
Which whole-heartedly I did.

In the council of the wicked I found refuge,
Persecuting His Saints with my vomiting mouth,
A book of life He called a Bible he gave,
One that would guide me in this path of salvation,
Teach me His ways and those of the Great kingdom,
My background or even my past was no hindrance for Him.

He said He knew me before in my mother's womb I was formed,
And the number of hair is my head He was familiar with,
Either way, in my darkest secrets He sees through for an omnipresent he is,
Undoubtedly I gave my life to Him,
He now anchors my life and my salvation,
Married to Him spiritually I am,
In the heavenly realms, one in the flock I am,
In my heart He found His home,
Christ lives in me.

Ruthsellah