The Slave and Saved

Her spirit died, she was not born again, She found herself falling, calling, screaming for help, She landed on a murky rock surrounded with volcanic eruptions, Where ever she turned, souls were experiencing invasive destruction, Her name was written in a Smokey haze, Her cell was wide open and forces pushed her in, She was instantly aware of all her sins, Her flesh began to melt and peal Then, it healed And once again pealed Tormented, over and over again Cankerworms slowly dug their way in Sinister laughter’s hissed all around “You were lost and now will never be found” Her spirit died, she was born again She found herself floating in a foreign land, Iron Gates stood before her eager face, A book made of Gold shimmered as she heard her name, Songs of the redeemed continually sang, And her body became absent from struggles and shame, As she walked on streets of gold, A kingdom appeared that she was once told about Laughter filled with ecstasy was everywhere, Angelic humming invited her in, She kept feeling Sweet healing, Then, found herself kneeling, Humble and relieved “You were lost and now you’re found” By: Sabina Nicole