First contact

His voice was the first of any thing
To come to me
I felt it ring
Then the sound in my soul
And I felt it
faintly it gave me control
The worlds He created and showed
me. Every thing
He bestowed unto me
Then He asked me to stay
I felt squeezed
I felt that I needed to come away
Then in to the dark I came
In to nothingness
And pain
I committed the error and sin
Of being born
Trying too hard to win
The winning at seperations'
Expense. The loser left
Behind and lowly
Still He makes His face to shine
On the ones ahead
And those left behind
He sends His Son to come
To light the path
To return to every one
.