Freed from fighting with sin,
Jesus brought healing within.
It takes God's grace to survive;
For dead things float downstream,
Not ever really alive.
Where comfort zone currents,
Carry sleepers away.
Killed by sins kindness,
Unknown to the fray!
Clouding eyes that would see
Light to set their soul free
Asleep this worldly cocoon
Lest the bright star arise
Lest they wake from the tomb
Hear the voice of new life
From a far away place
A road much less traveled
Secured by His Grace!
Mark Walters
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/matrix-6/
