The jaws of hell lay gaping
Hoping to swallow life whole
Ready, willing and waiting
To devour mind and soul
Drowning in self pity
Tides of doubt wash over
Reaching out for buoyancy
But no one comes to save her
Lowest ebb far above
Surely too fallen to be saved
Rock bottom pierces her essence
Where is the comfort she craved?
Casting her eyes heavenward
There is a ray of hope just seen
The iron rod placed above her
Just out of reach
Climbing up to grasp it
A beckoning call draws her on
Someone does cares after all
It is God’s own Son
Snatched from the bitter brink
Morality born again
Holding firmly to the iron rod
Now ready to win the game
