This winter that just past; I though it just might be my last.
Throughout the year I had a blast exercising and leaving eighteen pounds in the past.
When Christmas came I started to lose my ground: my diet sabotaged; I needed to be found.
All of the sweets I had resisted: I started gorging and becoming twisted.
I was defeated and hurt by the spell cast.
Then God had said it wouldn’t last.
Last week I lost one pound.
I am back on track: “by God!” I am found.