Expressions

Black is the heart that turns away
The same goes for the one that strays.
There is no hope, or so it would seem
The only happiness lies in my dream.
I know of no outlet, I feel there's no cure
Because to be clean I have to be pure.
Free gifts are never actually free
And who would give that soul for me?
There is one that takes the shame
The pain that stays that holds my blame.
I found his center, I sought his core
Only then could I be restored.
No more fighting, no more. No more.
When all of my wants have hit the floor.
Never again will I feel so poor
Because my Savior gave all the more.