A Free Verse
I came to faith at forty-eight,
a mid-life crisis within my mind,
step-by-step a staircase I climbed,
'til I keft my old life behind;
Off the fence I slithered down,
upon my brow,doubt bears no frown,
each question answered,verified,
no blind faith this,with no place to hide;
Reasoned,studied and empirical
a life-style relevant and opical,
by revelation,face to face,
I stand here still,saved by grace.
The proof of election,is mine
In Christ too,it can be thine.
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