sort of funny,and its kind of, how I cant seem to remember , not thinking I didn’t have the saviour. Living my life still pretending I’ve escaped damnation, but the twinkle in her eyes died everyday I continued to live in sin.
Looking at the person in the mirror,I could remember thinking God has certainly not left me, not realising that what I was seeing were remnants of His Majesty in me. There was barely any of Him left. I think, no I know if she could,
she would say stop wasting your life away.She’d slap me upside the head, and say, ‘wake up this isn’t who He has called you to be.’ She’d say, ‘why are you doing this to me?’ But in my heart I truly knew, she didn’t have to say anything. I had allowed sin to dance upon the floors of my life, tarnishing His Majesty’s beautiful tiles. Oh Miss reflection could see my downward spiral before I could. She saw that I was about to choose him, instead of HIM all caps, and that my eyes were fixed on things that had no place in the Kingdom, but why couldn’t I see that denial was apparent.