Am I Saved? By: Jim Gandolf

Am I Saved? 

Easter 

Poem 

By: Jim Gandolf 

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A small chair in a circle, just five years old,

Where a story of wonder and grace was first told.

The teacher leaned in with a question so grave,

"Child, do you know what it means to be saved?"

The words hung like mist in that bright Sunday room,

Before I knew thorns, or the cross, or the tomb.

I carried that question through seasons and years,

Through the laughter of youth and the salt of my tears.

The Search for the Word

Decades rolled by like the stone from the door,

As I sought out the truth of what "saved" was meant for.

From the child at five to the soul sixty-one,

I followed the light of the Rise of the Son.

I opened the Book, let the pages speak deep,

Of a Shepherd who watches the souls of His sheep.

I studied the shadows, the red and the white,

Until understanding finally broke through the night.

The Meaning of the Cross

Now I see the hill where the sky turned to gray,

Where the debt of my failings was all washed away.

It wasn't just history or a tale for a child,

But a bridge for the broken, the heart reconciled.

A Sunday of Certainty

So this Easter morning, the bells ring so true,

With a clarity sixty-one years in the do.

I know what she meant in that room long ago,

With a heart washed as white as the new-fallen snow.

He died for my sins, and He rose from the grave,

And finally, truly, I know I am saved.

Jim Gandolf 

Have a great day with your family and friends today. 

Happy Easter