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When I grew up the rules were tight.
Religiously, things should be right.
There was no room to veer off track.
It left a chance to get a smack.
Then at eighteen I saw a show.
With an older sibling I would go.
The show we saw had grizzly bears.
With giant claws and taunting stares.
In the woods and around the park,
They tore up people in the dark.
Limbs would fly and heads would roll.
The breath of life they easily stole.
Still months later I’d run so fast.
When in the dark the shadows cast.
The grrr of bears would fill my mind.
This was fear of the darkest kind.
It took some years for fear to leave.
When close to Jesus I would cleave.
One thing a child learns from the start.
Is guard what goes into your heart.
Now maybe rules went overboard.
But for the glory of the Lord.
To just protect a young mans soul,
Was why they held such tight control.
I now don’t run when light is dim
Through those trees in a scary whim.
I watch what enters through my eyes.
And not look at the devils lies.
I’ve never missed those “grrr-e” times.
But write my memory down in rhymes.
So others who just want some fun.
Won’t have to feel the need to run.
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