SERMONS by Evangelist Dale Comer
The Poem of my Testimony
I’ve been fixing dope since the age of sixteen, I wasn’t hurting anyone or so it had seemed. Until I took an honest look into the mirror, then the wreckage I cause became crystal clear. Not only had I hurt myself but others, my family and friends and many of lovers. The wreckage I caused was devastating to say the least, I felt trapped and caged like an injured beast. How would I escape the torment inside, so many years I’ve robbed and I’ve lied. Booze, drugs, women, and song, it’s all good nothing is wrong. My eyes were blind I was hopelessly lost, the price I paid was an expensive cost. I sold everything I had and spent my last buck, kicked to the curb and down on my luck. Nothing mattered I even sold my nice cars, just to get a quick fix I even sold my guitars. Ten treatment centers now Corcoran State Prison, something would change I always had a vision. Of being a different man, someone with a future and plan. Of never again being a slave, of the drugs that controlled me and would send me to my grave. There was one last thing I hadn’t tried, to be a doer of the Word deep down I cried. So I asked the Lord to come clean out my house, He cleaned it out so good there wasn’t even a mouse. So with sincere thanks, appreciation, and love,I want to thank the Lord Jesus who watches us all from heaven above
by Evangelist Dale Comer
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