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 © | Year Posted 2023

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