The Lost Slipper
A limp is noticed in thy sway
A slipper lost along the way
The road has swallowed and buried names
Unclaimed My daughter’s inheritance today.
She’s climbed the stairs and left her coach
For Satan has caused much reproach
Yet in Christ’s hand what’s lost is found
“Come O daughters glance around.”
Thy midnight clock, oh yes, will strike
But pumpkins not when you arise
For I declare your royal lot
Should you dare to take your spot.
Tis no dream or fairytale
Twas secured with driven nails
You were born with ME to stand
Out from under lies of man.
O’ see Thy prize..pastures green!
Take great courage and follow ME
Lift Thy cross and break the yoke
Freedom waits here at MY throne.
See Thy trail of petals fall
Pick each up ..keep Thy walk.
Through the woods with strength of trees
The slipper waits it’s appointed feet.
(Shelly Wilson, May 25, 2015)
