I was deep into it,
Yes! Neck deep in it.
It was within my closet though,
So I felt no one would know.
It drained me slowly,
Consumed me gradually,
Emptied me subtly,
But to break free from it , I had no ability.
Everyone thought I was a saint ,
Who was well grounded in the faith,
In the midst of the brethren I was called great,
But I knew who I really was; I knew my fate.
I was a chronic masturbator,
A heavy fornicator,
Yet I was the choir director,
And the youth coordinator.
I occupied positions in the Church of Christ,
But wasn't in Christ.
Sexual immorality had the better part of me,
And I kept wallowing in it even though I knew it was destroying me.
I couldn't put up with the pretense anymore,
Deceiving people, when I knew my relationship with God was no more.
In total surrender I finally cried out,
And help I sought from the savior for I knew he alone could save me; no doubt.
Then he reached out to me lovingly,
And holding my hands, broke the chains that bound me firmly.
I was finally freed from the bondage of sexual immorality,
Translated afresh into the realm of purity.
He can do same for you if only you hand over your life to him in entirety.
I was pulled out of sexual immorality by his powerful hands,
And now, for sexual purity I stand!