Before Jesus,
The years were a panel
Of greys,
A paint sample of dreary,
Passing by
With a lack of purpose.
Before Jesus,
My heart palpitated in Me,
Nothingness,
Caught on the fishing hook
Of anxiety
Cast by internal thoughts.
Before Jesus,
Strength was a weakness,
Vulnerability
Reeked of failing trajectory,
Stone-cold,
Unapproachable in self-pity.
Before Jesus,
I waited in secret darkness,
Only yearning
For the limitless grace of God,
Unknowing,
Tangled in lie after wordly lie.
Before Jesus,
I smiled blankly in polaroids,
Unrecognizable,
Fire dormant in my tired eyes,
A lost lamb,
Before the day of transformation,
Immortalized
In the love that will never change.

In Jesus,
Darkness gives way to light.