Of lost vision I am
Staring at me is the way of profound eternity
Cloated with the dew of earthly wishes
Imbibing in the sweet wine of woman
Dwelling cosy on the bossom of want
Blinking not to the call of freedom
In captivity I am to my own shadow
A prisoner to my own self
Toiling day and night for daily bread
My saviour watching in sorrow
Should I turn to to his wits?
Waiting in arms open to embrace me
A pearl of great fortune lies in wait
Calling out to me in utter dismay
Turning to Him in tears I did
Now free I am from the bondage
No longer a prisoner of myself
Vision restored
For the sake of my saviour
Glamour gleefully to eternal life
Prisoner Of Azkaban
Valentine Francis
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/28/2020
Poet's note: A poem about my once Earthly life,
But now found my saviour in Jesus Christ.
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Poem topics: freedom, life, lost, night, sorrow, woman, embrace, sweet, eternity, shadow, wait, great, eternal, pearl, captivity, sake, bread, open, Valentine's Day, fortune, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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