Getting Out Of The Box Poem by Patricia Kelley

I use to live in a box.
I felt safe in that box.
When I would step out, I would have panic attacks
Feeling fear sneak through the cracks.
Not wanting to go through all of life's acts.
I wasn't sure where I fit in.
I felt comfortable living in sin.
Then one day, I stepped out of that box.
I opened my heart to God.
I felt awed.
I finally found a place where I belonged.
I longed.
I wanted to know more about His unconditional love.
I wanted to know more about His Kingdom.
Before, I knew it.
He had molded me a new creature.
Taking His mold, I had new features.
I was a person that escaped the box.
Imprisoned by my own thoughts of my past,
I found freedom at last.

Bethesda, Assembly of God
Getting out of the box