My Addiction, My disease

I once was your puppet and you were my master,
You manipulated my mind and created disaster,
Who I once was, was long ago forgotten,
You pierced my soul and told me I was rotten,
That I was alone, that I was useless,
That I was barren and fruitless,
These were all the lies you whispered in my ear,
To ensure that I would always keep you near,
I lived in your deceit for far too long,
You may be my disease but YOU ARE WRONG,
The scales have since been wipe away from my eyes,
I can see now - right through your tempting disguise,
You come only to steal, kill, and destroy,
But you no longer have the power to steal my joy,
I am strong and I am able, forgiven and free,
You can never stop who I am called to be,
I am fearfully created and wonderfully made,
I will never again have to be afraid,
I am never forsaken or lacking no good thing,
I am chosen and called a child of The Most High King,
I won’t forget you, you filthy disease,
But you are no longer able to define me!

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