Like a boulder waiting, stern, ancient, alone,

sit my past sins.

Those who think a leopard’s spots never change

are wrong.

I’ve borne the weight of pleasures & false joy,

just to see how far I could go.

Like a cloud, breathing, quick, alone,

lies my salvation.

I only have to stretch out my

one good hand to grasp eternity’s joys.

How easy, to catch the Father’s hand

as I slingshot around the moon,

knowing He has gathered my angels ’round me.

Amen, Abba, I whisper.