The Light

Although all round is very black
I walk in all my pride
For in my hands is a sack
Filled with all I prize:
My anger and jealousies
Lewdness and ambitions
Hatred and Idolatry
And all of my dissensions.
Deaf and dumb I may be,
I do not give a care
I just keep walking on this street
Although I know not where.
All I need is my bag
With all of life's desires
As long as these I do have
Where I'm going does not matter.
But suddenly in front of me,
I see a Light that shines.
Who or what it could be,
Nothing strikes the mind.
As it nears and parts the mist,
I think, " How strange is this Light!"
For I am not used to this
All I know is night.
The Brightness gets the best o' me
So to my knees I fall
My heart is filled with grief
There is no one here to call.
But then I see a Man
Who holds the Light I've seen
Down to me He gives His hand
And pulls me to my feet.
Then I begin to think
About what good the Light would do
With it, I then could see
My stumbles would be few.
But the Man said,
" That is a bag of sins"
And He slowly shook His head,
" My Light won't shine for them."
I looked down at my little sack,
And gripped it very tight.
For long I've loved it in the black,
To give it up, would be a fight.
The Man stretched His hand anew
An said, " Give it here to me.
If this, o man, you will do,
How better off you'll be!"
I thought about what He was saying,
And then it finally clicked,
All my fear and my envy
Just wouldn't do the trick!
I threw the bag at his feet,
All my evil and my pride,
Cried, " Lord please forgive me
For living such a life!"
He just stood there for awhile
Nothing did He say,
Until He said with a smile,
" Here's My Light to lead the way!"