The rip currents of anger pulls me away from the peaceful shore,
surely intending to drown me by fatiguing me,
fighting to swim my way back,
but it only pulls me out to sea.
Feel myself slowly reverting to old behaviors,
using flesh against spirit, abusing the privilege of being favored,
trading grace in for a moment to play the harlot again.

Foolish men return to their own vomit,
seeking to identify with an old nature washed away,
trying to reclaim something useless and unfulfilling,
but race after it anyway.
Been numbered amongst the transgressors taken into old habits,
so I can’t judge those that do.
I can only ask the Lord to forgive me when I slip,
hoping I don’t fall prey to the mistakes of my youth.

Saw on the news a young man snatched by rip current,
treaded water for ten hours, not knowing when help was coming,
fought fear for the right to live and was found with no injuries.
He made if back to shore, and did I, and was taught a valuable lesson:
Pay attention to the signs, also keep my eyes on the tides,
but most of all, trust that no matter how far away I get,
there is a way for me to get back….

Marshall Jones is a 40 year old man on a lifelong journey of bearing fruit for the Kingdom of God. The author of "A Raven's Meal" (RoseDog Books), a poetry collection, he aspires to target the grey areas, and the people who are terribly misunderstood by society. Believing that everyone deserves a voice, he not only shares his testimony, but he also tries to use his gifting to share other people's experiences as well. He writes from the prison system that has housed his body for 18 years, but also from the place that has been the catalyst to his freedom. Click on the YouTube Link below for his Book. or go to