Last night’s sermon was centered on 1 Peter 4:7.  This reads as:

http://www.biblica.com/bible/niv/1-peter/4/

The end of all things is near. Therefore be alert and of sober mind so that you may pray.

Being ever mindful of this and the surrounding verses, from this and the sermon, I came up with the following poem:

Unschackled
by Michael Romani

Shackled under a burden of sin
Trying to find my way out
There it is again and again
Filling my heart with doubt
Until Jesus offers His hand
Helping me to understand

Without much of a contention
Fear gets my raw attention
Alerting me to address my need
To what it takes to be freed
Lifting me up beyond my dread
Clearing me past what's in my head

I have no time to be locked and frozen
Or to spend my life by just dozing
But instead to live with a sound mind
Leaving all sense of dread behind
Kneeling instead in solemn prayer
Moving beyond the isolation there

The surrounding world is such a mess
Dwelling in madness I must confess
But God gives us needed clarity
Lived in power and with great integrity
Living not in fear but in mighty power
To pass through the darkest hour

I will live soberly and clear headed
Moving beyond the creep so dreaded
No longer victim of vain imagination
Caught up in negative infatuation
But knowing right from sinful wrong
Knowing precisely where I do belong

(c) July 19, 2017 Michael Romani
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