The Lord's Phoenix

My skin turned pale white and immorality overcame me.

I slithered around like a snake and my soul caught fire. 

I was burning in a slow but steady fashion and singed pieces of me blew away with the wind that I walked against. 

My ashes began to scatter throughout the streets that I grew up on and the people that I considered my friends sat idle and watched me burn. 

They gathered around me and took comfort in the essence of flames that were turning me to dust. 

I grew smaller and smaller until I was down to the bone and eventually I was nothing more than what's left in a pit the morning after a campfire. 

I was certain that I had nothing left to give and I believed that I was better off dead. 

I then heard a voice like thunder that told me to rise. 

I was reborn from the ashes like a beautiful Phoenix. 

I emerged in tears, thanking the Lord for everything that I am and repenting for everything that I was. 

He then told me to stand up and to never forget what he had done for me. 

I put a gold crucifix around my neck, I wiped the dust off or my shoulders, and I walked down the road that the Lord had paved for me in forgiveness.