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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Incarcerated; I only reflected a vapor image of a world I was in. Enslaved to a master; Who only gave woe; Continuously toiling; Of rest I found none. Weary and worn I had become. Friends became enemies and hope turned to despair. My eyes darkened black as the night; Shutting out any light. Overtaken and almost soulless was I; Trapped by a master who always spoke lies. The bars on the door only opened a few minutes each day, Such hurried and busied; No time to pray. My speech taken with the very first step through the dark door. I began to hide within myself, Locking the door of which only I had the key. Terrified of what I had become; A monster. That could shred anyone who tried to rescue me. The vapor became so thick I had to feel for the locked door ands search for the key. Day after day; Pressed and pushed; Toiled and enslaved. Those few minutes when the bars gave way; A message I was able to convey; To a man who appeared in front of me one day. I want to be free. Please don't forget about me. Wad all the time I had to say, Before th master came to lock me away. Each day I grew more desperate than the day before; Asking The man to free me; To carry the message to a far away shore. Knowing if I was to ever be caught trying to leave the master would behead me. One final day the man appeared unto me. He opened the door and set me free. The onslaught of my life continues and my head is forever saught by the foe. But braver am I when I hand Jesus my keys and He rescues someone just like me. By Christy Teas
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