My tears are dried
For now I am with him
Perfect before birth
I was chosen
To be broken
But now I am alive
By dying
I live again
All that remains
Is my soul
I am once again whole
I’ve been freed of the shell
That I was confined in
My form is gone
The memory of my flesh
Released from an earth bound hell
My spirit sings a song
It reminds me of my past
But it is full of joy
For the perdition didn’t last
I was chosen
I was broken
But I rejoice now
For the finality of the decay
The imprisonment is over
The sentence ended
The sorrow to be unspoken
For I am forgiven
And my flesh was cursed
The tears burst from my eyes
For the years of lies
Ended
And I am living
Now
Alive
I have been killed alongside Christ. I no longer live. Christ lives in me.
2 comments:
I often wonder if our "spirits will sing a song" once released from our earth-bound hell. Alex, you raise all sorts of questions in my mind when I read your words. The afterlife has always fascinated me.
Thank you very much Marsha!
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