He Saved Me

Here I stood, drenched with idiosyncrasy of evil rain; Utterly dazed by what was said to be brightness, Yes! I was poked in the eye by the dazzling lights of the terrain, And I kept on swimming in the withered waters of wilderness. I gave myself in, and was being smashed on an anvil just to go wasted. Admonishing instincts gave me a cavil, but the fan for life, I really wanted. Everything was okay, but the air, was it really soothing? Oh no! I believe there was no fun to it at all. What there was to it was really making me appall-- Now, I am overwhelmed with joy for I am king. I was made king when He tapped me on the shoulder with affinity; When I gave in and admitted it was all vanity. He never cast me to doom though I was a slave of doom. A new day I have seen, and will never get intimidated by gloom.