The King of the Closet

A man wrestles in an empty room
fighting back his impending doom
for in the room there is a closet
Alone he struggles in a fight to lock it

Behind that door lies vicious things
monsters and demons with claws and wings
his hands are pushed against the paint
as tooth and nail lash on his face

blood and sweat drip from his brow
But a voice beckons to him now
A man appears in purest white
standing across the room but out of sight

"Let it go and take my hand
Why do you suffer? On what do you stand?"
The man responds in frightful cry
"You're too far away! I'll surely die!"

"Let it go and take my hand
Take this passage to the promised land"
The man sends back a panting groan
"I'll never make it! I'll never get home!"

On and on the battle waged
What was minutes carried on like days
The man pleaded for the other's life
For the man and his closet locked in strife

Until at last the man collapsed
resigned to his fate he took one last grasp
His hand fell on Jesus so He took his hand
and lifted him to to stand man to man

He stood right behind him the entire time
but his fears changed the sight of his mind
The monster's in his closet weren't monsters at all
What seemed so big now seemed so small

This is the moral of the story
That broken things will return to glory
In learning to die in self reflection
this is the cycle of Resurrection

This is a story of grace and truth
And the time it takes to heal all wounds
In Christ the pain will be transformed
to make light of darkness and be reborn