My Past Is Over

As l look around and gather things for my journey l realise that l havent reached my tally As the trials and tribulations sweep me across the valley l breathed heavily, in and out , as l reach for my Yahweh My mind twisting and curling as l recall sadly The events that captured , fascinated and ; and left deep cuts into my heart The definations and evaluations of sin that l calculated Only managed to land me in theft, prostitution and murder Drugs , alchahol , rapist and liar were my middle identities All l knew back then was that l had to jump fences, duck cops and shoot back to survive ln my fast diversion and quick cornering of the lane, l had the church choir singing salvation and how much he loved me Or was it me they sang to or just for themselves? l cursed the melodic voices for singing lies and yet as we the sinners live they are supposed to be saved l was running further and deeper with the wind blowing my frail body like a plastic bag My heart was giving in, my knees were crumpling l needed rest and immediatey l found it l heard a loud, deadly and dreaded sound And then there was silence and then darkness They later told me that l woke up after a month The Saints had found me and like the good Samaritan had done all they could with all their belief and might to save my life They told me about the grace and kindness of Yahweh And l cried, and cried, and cried Because l had never known that he not only cared but had feelings that swept across oceans thoughts that rose to the heavens dreams that conquered all nature and love that exceeded humanity's For me There and there l looked at my Yahweh And realised that l am saved And my past is over