So I came across this poem I wrote about ten years ago and thought I would share it with you. In one of my earlier posts I think I wrote about feeling as though I was trapped inside a dark box with others. We were all walking in darkness and could not find our way out. This was written at that point where I took my first steps outside.
Outside the box the air is fresh,
I walk with the Savior and He will support
New confidence I’ve gained, walking much stronger,
What Satan tries to do God will thwart .
Ugliness still happens, not totally free yet,
But now I view things in a different light
Walking hand in hand with God
I look back into the box
So that I may teach another how to fight.
Inside the box all minds are filled with worries
But here on the outside my mind is filled with heavenly thoughts
Darkness now limited and anxious moments too,
No more living with a mind that is heavily fraught.
Everything is sweeter and fresher,
The air, the birds, the wind as it kisses my skin
Another child set free to do God’s work
So that another soul I may help Him win.
Constantly now thoughts fill my mind
Of working with my Savior,
Working tirelessly for to see Him returning
Trying desperately to help lost souls to be free
From the box and its imminent burning.
May God fill me with wisdom
So that I may impart to lost souls
Seeking after my golden crown
And seeking to walk the Streets of Gold.