Christian Poetry: A Story to Tell

Including the one locked in,

Keys in hand by jailer clothed in white,

with a neckpiece for his racing heart.

And the one on the street,

fighting the war of Gadarene;

autoantibodies against his soul.

And the one in a shelter,

not a home.

Though, he still longs for one.

As for me,

I pray when time gets ripe,

Courage gives me a voice to tell my story.

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