My Poem Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Poems often tell a story and paint a picture of a scene in the life of an individual. This particular poem vividly portrays the seeking life of a person who is overcome by darkness, but finds victory in Christ.

I look up at the sky, birds wheeling freely I spread my arms, wishing for wings To be free, free to see ever so clearly Unbound, beyond all worldly things I look and see Jesus, holding out His hand His face kind, He beckons me I know in my heart, I can drift from land I can fly and be able to see But yet I hesitate, still bound to the earth Then chains encircle me, pulling me down Down, down into the filth of my birth I cry out, fighting so the face won’t frown Still I sink deeper, my heart dark as night Shrouded in death and misery, beyond all help Or so I think my body unwilling to fight Then I see Him hanging on the cross, nary a yelp Then I know that He died so I could be free I knew then that there was no fear For the war was already won, I could see The chains of things I used to hold dear… Fell away, and I rose with mighty wings To join the few elect in the sky Each a story tells, or a song sings Praising the Lord for not passing us by