My Protector

I suffer day by day
Beaten and tortured
Food is rare and so am I
For nothing dwells upon my bones

Cold bitter weather forever blows
For there's no doors
No windows in the camp
No blankets and thin clothes

No shoes on my feet, they're hidden
Worn socks rest upon them
Nothing to warm my body
Nothing to warm my heart

I will die soon
For this foolish man wants
all to die for his own
His own human race

My father left me something
Before he went on with the soldiers
Jesus was inscribed in the shoes he gave
So that I will always walk with him

I traded them for protection
To keep hidden
For I have one more day
Before they come to get me

I plan to escape
With the help of my good friend
He is the one protecting me
For I have faith in him

Years have grown upon me now
I have survived and prospered
through the years
Still I have recurrences

Just wish I still had those shoes
For my heart still aches for my father
He taught me many things
For he was my life

I received a package today
Opening the box I noticed
an old pair of shoes
I looked to see if they were

They were
Except the inscription
It now said
Jesus still loves you

He was my best friend
He was the one protecting me
He helped me escape
For I still have faith in Him

© Rachel Orrick