Months of Joy, and life,
I had been warned time and time again,
yet still I refused to listen,
I came closer to the pits of despair,
than I had dared,
I was motivated, keen on getting what I wanted,
not even noticing the shadows that loomed,
I was ignorant, for I pursued selfish bliss.

My heart was wrong, my mind always was,
given false hope, believed the devils lies,
I did things that in the end resulted in cries
for help. I had not listened,
my faith had waned,
my heart had sunk,
and in pursuit of False hope,
I died inside.

The path was long, arduos, enshrouded
in the darkest mist, with ferocious noises,
I stumbled and fell for ever and ever,
until, I smashed upon the ground with
suddenness and hurt,
It all clicked into place,
finally sense reappeared,
I was in the darkest place,
the devils house,
his door was locked behind me,
Yet it was not too late,
One loud cry,
one ferocious roar,
and he thundered through the door,
and light illuminated all that was there.

Despite what I had heard, all I had feared
Nothing at all was there.

And so began the long journey home,
through the lit up forests,
with Christ as a beacon,
his word as a torch,
my heart as a final bastion,
and I was heading home…
that didn’t make it easy though,
I had to fight,
hard and long,
up the hill,
through the storm and dry,
I was scarred, and wounded
in the soul,
this is my battle,
my painful experience,
Pray this message touch
your soul:
“Dont ignore the warnings,
and beware of the mist.”

Listen, learn, act and obey,
this is what I hadn’t learned
yet upon this day,
I have.