Freely Painful

She never lets others see her cry
She weeps in the comfort of her room
Feels lost, wondering why
For now she is doomed
Fear takes over her sane judgment, clouding her mind
Memories spiraling out of control, there is nothing left in her role
She is in a bind
Too tight, life has taken its toll
Anxious, nervous, ashamed
Why would anyone care if she went on a lifetime ‘stroll’?
Her heart is heavy with pain
Between the thought of life, and the essence of death’s daring means
She contemplates death’s wrath of Hell
And life’s Heavenly scene
Pleading, praying, she sends up a message, ‘God, help me tell,
Whether it is Heaven or Hell, what you want for me’
The trees swayed
The thunder roared
She knew that she had prayed
Answered by the mighty Lord
She tossed the gun aside as if it were a piece of junk
Stands up, awestruck
Thanks God and places the fatal note in her trunk
Knowing that she was saved by grace, not luck
Prayers ascend into Heaven, the trumpets create a joyful sound
She is filled with joy
She stood her ground
She did not let the Devil treat her like a toy, this is for sure
One day there will be
Life’s key
At the gates of Heaven waiting for her
All of God’s beauty and power, there before her
She and God resisted the Devil’s temptations
Hung on to what she had left of Earth’s allure
Now she is led into salvation