Luke 8:26-39
Among the tombs I made my home
And wild and naked did I roam
As day turned night and back again
No difference did I know
They chained me but I broke their chains
They shackled me and ran away
But he that lived inside of me
Could never be contained
The chains cut deep and bruised my flesh
I cut myself with stones and bled
And none could come to ease my pain
As Legion laughed inside my head
My days were lost in living hell
The things I saw no man should tell,
And in my torment I’d cry out
But all would fear to bring me help
Then came a day like none before
With raging wind and sea that roared
And as the tempest died away
A fishing boat sailed into shore
And from the boat I saw Him step
And on my face His eyes did set
A distant scream rose in my throat
And terror’s fingers gripped my chest
Then running, falling at his feet,
I begged “What will you do with me? “
“What is your name?” I heard Him ask
And Legion’s voice rose trembling, weak:
“Legion”, my jailer’s swift reply,
“Do not torment me before my time!”
Then fading to a helpless wail:
“You are the Son of God Most High!”
What happened then I cannot say
I don’t remember to this day
I only know the Stranger spoke
And I and Legion parted ways
I’m told he went into the swine
That fled and plunged into the brine,
But little care I of his fate
The Stranger gave me back my mind
They placed a robe to cover me
As I sat at the Stranger’s feet
They tended to my awful wounds
And offered me some food to eat
But I could not remove my gaze
Nor could I be drawn away
From the Stranger’s tender eyes
Or the peace upon His Face
For the first time in so long a time
I heard a voice I knew was mine
I begged Him “Let me stay with You,”
But sadly He looked in my eyes,
“My friend, the road I now must take
Will lead Me to a Roman stake,
And those who travel by my side
Will scatter from me, far and wide”
Then drawing me close to His breast,
“You have suffered long,” He said
“And I would spare you any more”
Then placed a kiss upon my head
“But I have a task to trust you with,
For all the days that you will live
Everywhere that you may go
Tell them truly what God did”
Then tearfully He held me close
A sob rose in my throat and choked
We locked our eyes and then I knew,
That I must stay, and He must go
I left Him then to go my way
And looking back I saw Him wave
He smiled a smile to warm my soul
That said “We’ll meet again some day”
And now my life is set apart
To journey always, near and far,
To tell about the Son of God
Who saved my mind but stole my heart
I am the Gadarene you see
And for this world He ruined me
That day He sailed across the sea
To set this wretched captive free
© Cheryl McGrath 2012
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Love your poetry, such a neat gift – keep it coming. G
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BEAUTIFUL!!!
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Thankyou, the beauty is all His.
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Wow! The Gadarene is me! Praise to His Name for setting me free!
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Yes, in some way the Gadarene is all of us, isn’t he? Thankyou Dollea for pointing that out.
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