my life is empty, shallow, vain
if it doesn’t pour, it won’t rain
such a struggle, to walk through today
all toil, work even play
where is the moon if the sun doesn’t rise
nothing but darkness to my eyes
me, mine, my, forever the tune
sounds like the anthem of my doom
filth and dirt no water can touch
is my third arm just a crutch
can’t see my feet, start or end
broken, in a while, none to mend
This is an allegorical poem to highlight the despair of life without Jesus. We are all broken, filthy and blind. We are lost and dieing. there is no hope.
But one day, we feel his strong arms and voice, we see his glorious light. He lifts us out of our selfish, sinful pit of death. He takes us in his arms. He washes us clean. He makes us new. He gives us sight. Jesus sets us free. Jesus gives us life.