Zoey: The Life of Christ

This is not a poem
Even if it rhymes
And I have written many poems
Many different times

Although my poems have always been
My testimony with a pen
This is not a poem
But a story from within

An untold story
Of a very special name
A reminder of His glory
That delivered me from shame

Zoey was the name
I gave my deepest fear
The darkness in my life
The voices that I'd hear

A name that means the Life of Christ
To me had always meant death
And brought about thoughts
Of drawing my last breath.

But a seed must die
For Life to begin
It is true in nature
As with a death from sin

And as I laid
With Death at my door
God's mighty hand
Knocked him to the floor

When I awoke
All thought was gone
The voices stopped
A new life had dawned

Zoey
It's true meaning becomes real
Daily in my life
A wonderful presence I feel

No more a name of sorrow
No more a name of pain
For by His death on Calvary
Eternal Life I gain.

By: Zoey
3-2001