Faith Poem by Lee Boueri

I sit here chained,
the foot of my Master's bed,
a withering corpse that cares not for worldly pleasures,
I yearn for His spirit
His word, His love
To feel His Presence
I dare not leave my rightful place,
His slave,
at the foot of His bed,
for He told me He would return soon,
and when He does?
and does not find me?
What punishment lies in store for me then?

There are those that don't believe,
they tell me He is dead.
that I should just get on with living
The fools,
in my heart I know He will return one day,
and I will be the one He will choose to unchain,
The one he will save
for I chose to remain chained to the foot of His bed
till I was dead.