A Story to Tell

Boy, do I have a story to tell. I struggle with the devil everyday and he tries to knock me out, as if we were boxing ring. I may fall to my knees or flat on my face, I get right back up and say; “I don’t hear a bell.”

Many times, he put me on a stretcher, bandaged from head to toe. Down for the count, devil would go from 1-10, and the winner is. I lost my soul again, he smiles and says; “I am his.”

When you the get the Lord in your corner, did you hear what I just said, when you get the Lord in your corner. Thank you Lord, thank you Lord, thank you for grace and mercy. I am able to stand tall, with my head held high. I once was blind, but now I see.

The story never changes, just the faces do. I am letting you know the world is ever changing, but God’s Love remains the same even for you. You are not a mistake. Be glad you are alive; no longer do you want be counted as knockout or taking dives.

I am going to shout about the goodness of the Lord. I just cannot keep it to myself; I was not save to be quiet. I love Him, I need Him, and He is Lord.

Did you hear a bell?

It is time to knock the devil out.

I told you I had A Story to Tell.

Copyright 2006 Marion Levi Jones (Recovery Inc.)