Seasons Change

It seems that time is flying ahead Unchecked - fast forward - running out I'm grounded, founded, in rules of the game. I've no new expressions, power, or clout. "Know Him" - even to children clear. I grappled, yet grasped it mentally. "Follow" was all He ever asked - draw near. But men held my heart; My soul wasn't free. "Out of the box" - the need of the hour. How/Why was I in the box at all? More important, how long was I there? Though freed, I grieved - the stumble/the stall. Not over, not late, just beginning - As in youth, I'm still eager to grow. My thoughts rise and soar; My heart is grinning. Out of my spirit exultation flows. The cloud passed by, darkness parted. His Son beams His light into me. I am His own child; In me dwells His life. I know it; Grow with, embrace it - agree!