Rescued

In the morning of my life innocent
And pure, was I, a child then
Living in my little world
Of make-believe, of dreams.

And then the sun rose high
Into my sky, was I a girl then
Keeping my treasure hid away
From all who sought to steal it.

And then the sun was higher still
The voice that called me shrill
And evil, seeking out to slay
My very heart, tearing me apart.

But now the sun is constant, bright
For I have seen it shine, the light,
The truth and love is here
In me ............ for I can see.

This was written at a time in my life, as are many of my poems, when I was rescued by God from a very destructive lifestyle.