REMANENCE OF A SPIRITUAL LIFE
By CAW III
AS I WONDER BY THE WAIST SIDE
OF CHRIST HOLDING ON FOR JUSTICE,
SEARCHING FOR THE TRUTH OF MY
EVERLASTING INTENTIONS.
I FIDDLE WITH THE REMORSE OF THE WORLD,
I DIPICT THE VISION OF HIS VAINS
AND I TOYED WITH THE WILDERNESS
OF THE WORLD AND REJECT THE PAST.
NO MORE I CRYOUT. I AM STRONG BUT WEAK,
I AM THROUGH, BUT SIMPLE, I AM WITTED,
BUT PROPLEXED.
I HOLD MY BREATH AND AWAITED FOR HIS COMING.
AS MY VISION GETS BLURRED AND BLOTTED
I BECOME UNFUNCTIONALLY INCAPACITATED
TO THE STATE OF CONFUSION.
I CRYOUT FOR HELP AND THE REPLY IS NO.
I REACH FOR A BREATH OF AIR AND THERE IS NOMORE.
NOW I AM ON THE FLOOR VISUALIZING MY LIFE,
THOUGHTS OF MY FAMILY RUNNING THREW MY HEAD,
MEMORIES OF LIFE, AND PICTURES OF SOCIETY.
THEN I SEE THAT LIGHT, WHICH I WAS’NT SCARED,
AND MY VIEWS OF THE FUTURE BECAME VERY CLEAR.
SO I PULL MYSELF TOGETHER TO ENJOY THE RIDE
AND REMEMBERING GOD WORDS
