Memories of My Old Life

I remember the darkness

The chains, the things that kept me from breathing. 

The things that kept me from living.

I remember, but still more.

Sometimes I run back to that place,

Sometimes I take up my old chains.

Sometimes I stop breathing.

Sometimes I hide in the darkness. 

but He won't let it take me. 

I try to hide, but never do I succeed. 

Not from Him. 

He always draws me back to light

back to freedom. He is my breath.

He is my life.

Sometimes I forget the Light. 

Sometimes the lies tell me I don't belong with Light. 

But He makes me breathe. 

He gives me life. He wants me with Him. 

So He reminds me what He did for me. 

He has marked me, and I no longer have a place in the darkness.