Inside the furnace,
two options learneth or they burneth;
life 4 a hundred and 7 years,
took the 1st choice,
exited moist with 0 degree burns,
thank you God for the protection
while living in the lion's den;
learned quick to harness strength from the
light within,
exchange the gift,
sit quiet and still,
next thing I know
I'm strolling barefoot in cottonfields
watching my brothers and sisters
picking bales of white fabric,
chains on my ankles and shackles
attached to my wrist;
watching picture panes,
sculpted in human flesh,
rest in peace,
all forefathers hung from trees;
prayed forgiveness for forgotten sins,
woke up released from slavery's pain;
dressed in suit and tie with belt to match,
looking like a million bucks,
drove myself to work in my bmw450,
pulled to my parking spot,
looked at the label on the building
'Evil's den';
closed my eyes and spoke to the Most High
once again,
asked for saving from all wickedness
inside my polluted strongest muscle;
woke up feeling refreshed
and extra blessed,
immediately gave eternal thanks
that I finally was able to locate
grace...