October 14, 2011

A story

I want to tell you a story of a girl
who was robbed of her innocence.
Later caught in teenage sin
with no repentance.
She took a shovel
and dug a hole she couldn't fill
deep in her heart,
clogged it with patterns of this world
and the more she piled in
the further she got
from feeling free.
Free, free
what does it even mean?
She cried with anger.
Impatiently she cried.
She filled her mind
with plans to take her life.
Her
L-lost
I-insecure
F-fearful
E-ending
Life
I am ending my life.
But she didn't know.
No, she didn't know
there was a battle being fought
by the Alpha
the Omega
who was bigger than her patterns
bigger than what she sought.
And the moment she saw Him
that moment she knew.
Her
L-lost
I-insecure
F-fearful
E-ending
Life
would be ending but only
because to die is to live
and to live is to die.
Nothing can separate us
from the love of Christ.
And the girl in the story,
that girl was me.
I found a Savior who died
to set me free.
Free, free
what does it mean?
I tell you the Truth.
I am living proof. 
To be free is to surrender
at the foot of the cross.
Remember,
those who wander
don't have to stay lost.

3 comments:

Debbie Ray said...

Beautiful

marie said...

Holy Moses! This is so beautiful Elise, this is why I want you to write all the time - so beautiful! I appreciate this, so much. Thank you for sharing your gift girl! Love you!

Destiny Morrow said...

Elise, your work is amazing! I definitely love this poignant story. I love how real it is. Thank you for sharing your heart and your past!