My Greatest Struggle
The Devil keeps throwin’ flames my way.
When my jeans are tight cuz of Chocolate Cake…
Brings me down & makes me gain weight.
It seems happiness I can no longer fake.
Sunday Mornings, its all I can take,
To just get dressed and not be late.
Time & time I’ve questioned why God did make me this way.
I fight the scales and morning walks, and the pounds just stay.
Sometimes I’m enabled, I cave, and have a bad day.
Sometimes I’m stronger, no workout delay.
I’m tired of fighting, on the ground I lay.
But, No more!
I choose to carry my cross, follow Jesus…come what may.
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