Every day that pass It gets harder to not smoke it seems. To get to the goal that Ive set for myself to stop smoking for my Lord and my future wife. Then like a flood I get this strong desire to smoke and then I do,
I feel so down like Ive betrayed, God and my future spouse, But then when I feel like I can take it no more,
Gods Amazing grace floods my heart and soul, I fall to my knees and thank the Lord for his amazing grace that never ceases, His amazing love for us rotten Sinners we don't deserve His love and mercies...
I don't know what you call it a poem or poetry or what, I don't know.
just thought I would post it.