Mary's Kiss

my heathen ways have stolen my wings.
God left me a note.
it told me to take a stand
and walk through the darkness into the sunshine.
the doubt burning inside of my mind went out.
i began to pull the weeds of sin that had overgrown my soul.
i found the less talking i did the more peaceful i became.

i was holding onto a rope that was not tied down.
i had an old rusty lock on my heart.
i used God's words like a gun to shoot the lock off
and open my heart back up to feel love.

i got my wings back on a hot summer's eve.
an angel dragged them back to me.
they were torn and held together with pieces of string,
but Mary kissed them so i could fly again.

i used to worry every week if i could survive one more day.
i leaned on the government's of man to do my thinking,
but i always found myself lost and forsaken.
i shifted my thoughts to pick up on heavenly council.
now i'm zipping along following God's compass.

my spiritual ways are erasing all of my pains.
God and I are walking amongst the flowers together.
my heart is light with joy
and my soul radiates from his blessings.
accepting Jesus' sacrifice was the only way to fix me.