Stray dog

Like a stray dog I was,

broken dirty and anxious,

loving me without a cause,

with wounds full of puss,

You took me home,

took care of my wounds,

I tought I was alone,

under an impending doom,

I tought that I could be my own master,

Even though I was under slavery,

I couldnt spend my life faster,

My addictions were many,

I tried to fulfill,

But I was full of doubts and sadness,

I couldn't pay the bill,

The penalty due was death,

I took me time to trust my new master,

I was used and abused,

my life was a mess a disaster,

I was worthy to be accused.

I was a pig,

Now I am a cat,

I now find dirt digusting,

I want to clean up my acts.

I still struggle to obey,

I know I must step up my game,

His love and kindness always amaze,

The Lord is calling me by name.

The perfect master is Jesus,

Yes he has a plan,

Repent and trust without issues,

before something hit the fan.

J.B.