By Harold Vance
Being in Christ,
My perception is resurrected,
Raised from the death
of dim, dreary cynicism.
I look at the world through new eyes.
Where once I saw despair
And sunk to the depths,
Losing my humanity,
Trading it in,
Now I see hope
Upon hope
Upon hope
Upon Christ,
The firm foundation which supports my life.
And being in Christ
Means being in Grace.
And being in Grace
Means no fear to face,
No fear but the fear of God,
Which isn’t the same
As the fear of death that I once felt
When death came calling my name.
And now I’ve died to myself,
My old ways are dead,
And I’ve rose in new life
With love as the head.
C: 2009, H.F. Vance III.
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Harold lives with his beautiful wife, Nicole, and spaz-tastic kitten, Olwethu, in the midst of the mountains and valleys of northern Vermont, where he teaches and learns from young adults with special needs and special gifts in an alternative high school setting.