My Image, His Countenance
wandered out into the night
looked for meaning, searched for light
scanned the darkened alleyways
stared at shadows, confused by haze
afraid of things I’d been and done
slipped into a house of “fun”
counter rhythms flashing lights
distorted mirrors colors bright
anxious searching longingly
my own eyes stared back at me
in every direction each step each turn
bloated, twisted my image returned
memory of my identity
faded while images taunted me
around each corner another bend
would this madness ever end
while I searched for the door
I wondered as I had not before
could this distorted image be
a figment of my reality
stumbling I thought I saw
another soul with outstretched arm
whose steady gaze and brilliant light
dispelled the darkness of the night
as He came closer the walls grew thin
till I crawled thru where they had been
a straightened path before me lay
a ray of hope, the light of day
with trembling faith I made my way
to his feet and bowed to pray
“Sir you saved me just in time
I thought I would surely die”
He smiled, “You do not understand.”
then He took me by the hand.
“You are more than you’ve become.
I will show you how it’s done.
Thru my blood upon the tree
you must come and die with me.”
I stepped back, shrank with fear
the hour of my death was near
in the distance embers burned
the refiners fire I discerned
His grip grew stronger, drew me on
pain in each step, comfort gone
bellows blowing, pride burned hot
bent my will, my lies forgot
shaped and formed, broken down
cooled, submerged, about to drown
lifted my eyes and saw a face
my image returned, saved by grace
