It shocked me, and it hurt; my god it hurt!
when evil tore my soul when it was weak.
My mind and body hardened to divert
the enemy of whom I now can speak.
I almost died; the devil almost laughed
to empty out my soul before it healed.
While powerless to stop the violent draft
of life, I caught a glimpse of what’s concealed
within my soul. I saw a burning flame,
like glass and fire, penetrating light.
I saw a stone engraved with a new name.
The name was mine; the stone was brilliant white.
I healed, but not before I fell from grace.
And now my soul is whole, though out of place.