A Clouded Vision

My hand I gave, it was refused–a tender heart, a soul confused

I let you go, no more to say–I prayed that you, would find your way

The path you chose, was dark and sad–so different from, the life you had

Deceptive thoughts, now marred by pain–you chose the lies, for selfish gain

Your veins were pierced, the poison flowed–a downward spin, a jagged road

The evil one, enticed your head–with clouded thoughts, and unknown dread

His icy hands, upon your skin–just one more hit, and he would win

I trusted God, throughout each day–His love for you, would light the way

Now take His hand, and hold it tight–He’ll help you through, to win this fight

You’re not alone, nor will ever be–the grace He gave, now sets you free

Lean on Him, when times get tough–and not on man, it’s not enough

For we are weak, and He is strong–it’s in His arms, where we belong