I threw aside my crutch of empty personality. An untethered beast, that would have ended me.
I'd leaned on that crutch for far too long, and was unformed in areas where I should have been strong.
Lame, weak and crippled, toward Jesus I took a step. Falling helpless and broken, but in His shadow, was safely kept.
Through the night, I sought Him, lamenting my journey. Vultures circled, but did not devour me.
He was not cruel to abandon me. But for my own good, He chastened me.