“Shadows”

Shadows are the fog of the mind,
The things we forget and leave behind.
An old box of mystery on a tall shelf,
Is a good example of this and shows us ourselves.
Follow behind us, it is what shadows do,
A constant reminder of the scattered and strewn.
Picking up shadows is very hard to do,
Unless you use a light, and search anew.
The past is a shadow of what has been,
The present, a light, for the shadows within.
Future still stands, untested fate,
Of where shadows choose to show their face.

My life is a shadow,
In the sight of the King.
My life is a gift,
From Him to me.
This is my choice, to live it as best,
To give Him my praise, and not to test.
This I give back to Him,
For all He has done.
He gave me His Life;
He gave me His Son.
My Life is His to do as He please,
To bring Him Glory to put me on my knees.
Amen.