The truth

Only grace

This is me having a self-symposium,

about the old memories,

entering the undisclosed territories.

I'm writing this in black and white;

black ink and white tears.

Every night I cried,

this tears overflow its banks.

I knew I was lost,

knew I would perish if I died.

A worker at church,

A monster at heart.

I saw fear everywhere.

Almost turned gay.

It was all pain,

though I only saw gain.

Then I spread my tentacles deeper,

closer than ever to the grim reaper.

I could feel his cold icy breath,

phasing through my soul.

He said, 'You'll be mine... Soon...Very soon'.

I was going to perish.

He knew it, I knew it.

Until he saved me,

I was lost, yea really.

No you can't feel me,

till you see it.

Blind and deaf.

Blind to His word,

Deaf to His call.

... Till that night,

that silent night.

So peaceful, yet so mournful.

I gave my life to Him,

then He saved me.

He lifted me high above the sky.

He wiped my tears,

those black tears.

Took me out of the field of bullets,

into His Whispering Rain.

Now, I can smile.

I can laugh.

In the word, not with the world. (I john2:15)

I see the fake reaper,

he's now a weeper.

Not by power, nor by might.

T'was only by His grace.

Have you been lost?

God cares, he really does.

Ye, even in your tears.

In your tares, in your soul's nightmares.

He's in the background,

waving, asking, pleading.

Helping, whispering.

Wondering...

When His beloved child would get to His senses.

Romans10:13 'For whosoever shall call upon the name of the lord shall be saved'...