Sunday, January 22, 2017

The Crutch


                              The Crutch

I threw aside my crutch of empty personality. An untethered beast, that would have ended me.

I'd leaned on that crutch for far too long, and was unformed in areas where I should have been strong.

Lame, weak and crippled, toward Jesus I took a step. Falling helpless and broken, but in His shadow, was safely kept.

Through the night, I sought Him, lamenting my journey. Vultures circled, but did not devour me.

He was not cruel to abandon me. But for my own good, He chastened me.


The "Untethered beast" in the second line was inspired by "The giant," by William Charles Root.