The Lord’s Rescue

Like a birdling that has sprung on a spring,

Stood I, once, in a pitch-black darkness, no light could bring.

Powerless was I, oblivious of Your Presence,

Calling out to the unknown to come to my defense.

But then, all that came back to me were echoes,

Made by strangers, whose countenances were shadows.

Solitude, I thought, would describe my form,

For no one hardly hears my song too forlorn.

Wrath almost tore my heart into pieces

With its every thump, seemingly life ceases.

Anger hovered like a cloak of ill console,

Never was warmth a part of its whole.

Confusion clouded my vision,

As I tried to gaze at an indefinite horizon.

Hopelessly, I staggered as I made my way

Each breath coming out on its last day.

But a silent cry came out from within me, and You,

Rescued me from all sorrowfulness, and all evil can do.

Gently, You erased all my deprivations,

You shone among my troubled hallucinations.

You restored my sight, brought me away from oblivion,

Showed me what love is, deciphered my unknown,

Rebuilt the bond that was once shattered between us,

And gave me strength to stand once again, freedom at last!