Set My Soul Free

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Set My Soul Free
By Arley Steinhour 022417

Wild and Wooly, that’s what I, then, be,
Flying around, and climbing up a tree,
Until the Angel got Smarter than me,
Delivering my Soul, to my Mother’s knee.

Near, Six Thousand Years, I had Eluded,
The Grasp of the Angel, chasing, this me,
But, once I was captured, I concluded,
Twas, Time to be Born, to be, Totally Free.

I Entered Mortality, in Nineteen-Thirty-Eight,
C-Section was ordered due to my Might,
King of O B, and Feeling Quite-Great,
Sitting on Nurses Arm, gave Mom a Fright.

Most, Babies are crooked, in a strong arm,
Tender, and Weak, from the Stress,
Not, me, I was Crowing, and Giving Alarm,
To the Lady in White, and everyone’s, Distress.

Ten Pounds, and Eight; Twenty-Two, by inch,
Big as a Three-Month, with Bicep and Pecs,
My brightness of eye, made everybody Flinch,
Sixth Finger on hand, was lopped off, due to ‘Specs.’

Something worried Doctor, who’d accept only ‘Five,’
Fact, when I grew up, I couldn’t wear a glove,
Later in life, I could have played Piano, and ‘Jive,’
But whom, with six fingers, could anybody love?

I didn’t resist, as I think, I was too young,
To take on an Adult, with a blade in his hand,
I surrendered, my finger, before life song was sung,
And I ended up as Normal, being part of the Band.

Too bad, I don’t remember, the story as clear,
But, that is what I might have rationalized,
At Twenty-One, Sixth finger, be worth a Beer,
I could be Alcoholic, and, Well Subsidized.

Born, with six fingers, and built like a tank,
I’ve wondered through life, if ‘Nephilim,’ I be,
I’ll know at Graduation, to God’s Heavenly Bank,
Eternal, Heavenly Glory, or, Hell’s Flaming Sea.

I know who I am, and who God/Jesus be,
No matter your worry, you can be like me,
Reborn in Messiah, GOD/Emanuel’s Family,
Redeemed in the Blood, that Set My Soul Free.

God/Jesus Knows!
AMEN