God Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

-God helped me arise,
in this that so place of emptiness,
my appalling sins of nastiness, .
-God had soon arrived,
the eminent fixed inside of me,
of the devil taking over ME!
-God had soon broken,
into strings of violin and ache,
which saved me pure and simple
through the nights and the days...
-God landing a way for me,
God must be the light,
keeping me tossing over,
tossing over, sweating in the night.