Poetry

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Forsaking the Pit

As I climb over the rim, I clearly see;
involuntarily I shudder at the sight in me:
down without a bottom lies the pit below,
yes, this fiery hole within me on full show!

Hear voices of darkness pressing hard on me,
speaking guilt, shame, distrust, violence to see;
all together pushing, yes, pressing me down deep,
resisting my climb to the top so steep.

See those guilty feelings still tug at my feet;
I can feel flames searing where my toes they meet,
electrifying my soul, no mercy on show.
Why ever did I take this hell-hole in tow?

Above me the Light — Jesus, the Truth so high!
How long before I meet with Him in the sky?
He knows I will come after Him without a doubt,
for true nourishing goodness is what He’s all about.

My bloodied fingers scraped upon the rock —
for how many years did those hard places mock?
Those stony places in my very being,
those fiery stones of my own seeing!

I climbed after the Light right above me,
the only truth that truly leaves me be.
Never will I stop seeking after the Light,
for Jesus Christ is my very soul’s delight!

Soon the resting place of my enemy,
the bottomless pit, shall forever be —
for those without any love or grace,
for those whose lies made this place.

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