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