“Scared”
I ran scared
once before
down carpeted halls
and solid doors
and though I ran
there was no chase
no one behind
to win my race
and it never came
that I found the end
of where I went
as I ran..
but for fear
I would have stopped
to catch my breath
and find the face
of the ghost
who haunted
my nights and days..
but while I ran
he must have fled
and hid somewhere
inside my head.
No longer scared
he hides in place
locked behind
memories gates..
Jesus saved
and ran with me
until I stopped
stopped to breathe
He took away
the unknown pace
of living scared
in evil’s race..
For the soul
in living hell
and running scared
but cannot tell..
Just look back,
and you will see
the Savior sent
to set you free.
And when your race
comes to an end.
And Jesus saves you, too.
We’ll bravely meet
and celebrate
of evil’s rest
in hollow tomb.
Lisa @ Authentic Truths 