A Few Lines of Words.

I have been plucked.
Like a strand of hair freed from a rotting corpse
So have I been seized.
Captured by the glory of my savior.
Captured by His love.

I am free.
I gleefully declare my servanthood.
He wondrously calls me son.
Although I am a criminal in His court
He looks upon my face and says, "Righteous."

How marvelously undeserved!?
I am a sinking ship.
I am a drifter prone to perambulate back to the shackles from which I came.
And yet he has snatched me from this world.

When I fell into licentiousness He received nothing.
And so for nothing he seizes me back.
He makes no deals with His enemies.
They will surely be defeated.

And on that day, when the skies tremble, when mountains kneel
And every tongue confesses that He is Lord, on that day I will be found in Him.
I am not a citizen of this world.
I am strained between the coming age and the current so that while here I might declare His salvation.

But soon I will be caught up in glory.
Soon the pain of this world will disappear and He will be my sole and complete joy.