Treasure Island

Peter Hall

(Sydney, Australia.)

Mind Engraver


The deathly cry comes loud
The man is broken
On his knees
Eyes clenched tight
But tears still escape...
Then the volcano erupts
'God please help'!
'I'm wicked'! . 'I'm lost'! . 'I'm sorry'! .


His eyes open again
His heart now marshmellowed
Still on his knees
Humbled yet strong
Faith floods in: hope buds out
Change in focus from self to God
Life engraved into the heart and mind
Exchanged heart, exchanged life.


PS. One definition for the Greek word for 'teacher' is 'mind engraver'.

'I will put My laws in their mind and write them on their hearts; and I will be their God, and they shall be My people'. (Hebrews 8: 10 NKJV)

Submitted: Saturday, July 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013
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