Dream in Colour

I used to dream in black and white the dreams of a man not whole.
By day I hid by the dark of night, the night; a shield upon my soul.

My love was wrapped in the warmth of ice that I carved to fit the day.
My dreams of darkness served to entice the hearts that paved my way.

There were those who pried at the door of darkness on my heart.
There were those who wanted nothing more than Christ's love to impart.

I stood firm and held on tight to my dreams of black and white.
Not knowing they were dreams of fright; I became a prisoner…to my darkness of the night.

One day I awoke from my depths of dark to find my shield had formed a crack.
True love had touched my heart and brought some colour back.

I began to dream in black and red, the colour of love's sacrifice.
A woman's heart for me now bled and began to melt the ice.

Then innocence shone down on me, the brightest light of God's son.
A child had come to set me free, my conversion had begun.

Now the colours of love shone in my soul too intense for me to bare.
I tried to retreat to my darkest hole only to find it was no longer there.

The security of darkness was no longer on my side, it had left me naked with no place to hide.
Christ was knocking at my heart, He wanted a place inside.
But I clung to the only security left in me — my pride.
I saw the goodness He had for me and I wanted it more than anything.

But could Christ really set me free?
Was this His sacrificial offering?