I stepped out of this circle
that embraced me like a mother’s arms
and breathed in the cold, icy air;
it froze my lungs and I could not breathe,
I could not speak
I could not move.
The world outside my circle
taunted me with fear and swallowed what little left
I had of
I became what I despised
The mirror reflected something I did not recognise.
I cried out to God, I did not hear His voice.
I know He hears me, I did not know if He answered.
I know there must be more than this,
I did not know what else to do.
I am a child again,
alone and frightened
BUT I don’t give up
(even though I feel like it)
Yes, there is more to this,
more to this life.
AND the circle grew
and the arms embraced me once again,
my lungs filled with air
and I could breathe again;
my voice spoke Your words again
and the fire engulfed me
with passion and life once more.
I could look back and see
that I could see
that you could see…
You saw, I saw
that I never moved out of the shadow
of the cross.