The Man of the Gadarenes and Me
Among the tombs, lost from those who cared, lost from those who feared.
In the bars hiding from today.
Clothed in broken chains meant to bind him.
Never good enough, fear of rejection, tired of trying
Solitary among the dead, like them, only breathing.
Is this all there is?
You’re too close, the chains would warn.
Join this, try that, buy another beer
His shrieks and cries were calls of help; anger was heard.
Anger lashing out at those who love you
When he saw the Master, the One that could save, his demons yelled.
I am ok, I was raised in church
Though fear held on, he came to rest at His feet.
Jesus forgive me, thanks for never letting go
Clothed and in his right mind, willing to follow Him anywhere.
Freed, not perfect but ready to try again
His new Master said, “Go tell.”
Write your testimony on the blank lines.