I Am A Frog…. Poem by MBJ Pancras

It hath been the deepest chasm, never to measure the depth,
Steep and slippery round the corners, but sans corners,
All seem to be multiple corners, having no grips to hold.
Down the gorge with fiery miseries, cries of souls,
Who have denied the Redemption of the Cross,
Crammed to threaten the souls longing for the Rock.
Once a frog, took a leap across the chasm, was about to fall into….
….And took a quick stroll into embers of the flaming fire,
One of my toes hurt itself and the frog spotted a burnt mark.
The Word entered my soul, I couldn't figure out a transformation.
The frog held an invisible branch to hold tight,
And I have been cuddled in the Father's Arms, visible in Jesus Christ,
He held me tight, but intermittently the frog trieth worldly leaps,
Yet, an Invisible Cord always protects my soul.
The frog at times struck amidst the broken twigs across the abyss:
I see the void bursting of eternal cries of agony and torment.
Repetitive twists and slips threaten the frog to face a fall….
The Sacrifice of the Christ and His Blood appears unto my soul,
The frog's frequent slips and twists, mandatory in the physical world,
I look at the Cross and He holds me tight never to fall into the chasm.

10\09\2022 MBJ Pancrras