Five Christmases: An Original Poem
5 Christmases ago I was dead in my sins a 27 year old husk of "What might have beens" rebellion, corruption, completed rejection hater of spiritual things, Edenic defection not loving good, a brute fully lost my sinful rap sheet laminated/embossed a mess, a nightmare trapped in a good person heart full of hatred a mouthful of cursing no one more deserving someone fully worthy --- of God's own rejection (not the Son's full perfection) wrath - the gallows death knell to me Is what I deserved my blind eyes couldn't see grasping at walls, looking for life in the bottle - good works community service relationships to flourish "I'm not a sinner, no way, not me" I'm trying so hard, sure got flaws but I'm good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood Till God intervened parted my heart's Red Sea torn asunder, ripped apart The Morning Star dawned in my darkened heart Profound absurity laughing like Sara...