Salvaged
In deep despair, where dreams are nightmares,
I found myself, broken in spirit beyond repair.
By grace, from the wreckage, I surfaced anew,
In the heart of darkness, I received my rescue.
I’ve been salvaged from the shadows so deep,
Like a phoenix rising through a flaming heap.
The trials and tribulations, they lit up my way,
Through the tempest’s fury, as I bowed to pray.
With each affliction, or scar, a lesson learned,
In a baptism by fire, my fledgling faith burned.
I’ve been salvaged, a survivor, strong and free,
For in the shadow of death, I was shown a key.
Now I soar on eagles wings, of love and grace,
With a heart redeemed by His soothing embrace.
I’ve been salvaged, and I will never be the same,
Through the storms of life, His praise proclaim.
Copyright © James Dukes | Year Posted 2023
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