The heat, beating on my fettered mind,

demanding nights spent on my knees

crying from my cage of perfection blind,

yet afraid to cry.

then…

The cold, a sudden blast of icy doom

and chilly dread, knowing I was lost

knocked on my soul through the iron room.

Heart cracking,an egg about to deliver new life

then…

The rain. washing all the evil stains away,

like the remnants of a tainted meal slipping down the drain.

The Father heard his child pray.

Surrendered peace was born as angels sang.

and now…

The warmth, a life redeemed, a burning desire,

a living sacrafice to one who holds the keys

for every soul tormented in the hounding fire

of striving to attain that which can only be bought with the blood of the one who saves.