The world pulls me in. With its beauty and poison Its and attraction. More than a distraction Im dangling. My head can barely hold my feet The world pollutes my soul. I wear its clothes I am its mold. Then it leaves me Cold, unwhole and utterly alone I am of this world. Disposed to its charms And ways of redemption. But in the end Spiritual darkness. I choose entirely on my own I set up my mind a long time ago. To follow Jesus And let everything else go
unwhole, pollutes, dangling, disposed, utterly