Jack in the Box
On the backyard of my Master’s home
Lies a special place for slaves like me
The reward of the ones who won the tests and trials
Of those with no place to return to
Of those that are now called His
It is an arid place
Soulless and bare
There is no sound, light or motion
A resting place for me to be
There is the darkness
There is myself
Darkness facing darkness
Both trying to chain me
When the light overcame the darkness
I became free
Free to take the life
That my Master bestows upon me
There is nothing to keep me warm
But I feel warm inside
My body naked and chained
Hugged in the embrace of my Master’s will
The Box is my sweetest dream
And is also my worst nightmare
It is the place where I have nothing
But it is the place where I have so much
It is both my crib
As it is is my coffin
It is the place where I died to the world
And the place where I was born for Him
In the Box I faced the pain
The torture and the discomfort
But it is where I found true happiness
And the place where I am to be
In the Box I have floated
Clung only to my Master’s words
Lost in time and space
Lost but never alone
It is the place where I sleep
It is the place where I became awake
It is the place that I now call home
Thank you my Master