Stash Away (Prisoner of the Lord Ephesians 4:1) by Clara Mitchell

In the last days, and prior to this time; many people are finding themselves isolated and set apart from others. The people are both Christian and non-Christian. I heard a sermon by Christine Caine where she was preaching about staying close to God and especially now as the days grow darker with evil. Her ability to bring home the image of this walk became quite clear as she said, "handcuff yourself to Jesus".

I agree, and the idea was clear to help us all prepare for the darker days ahead. I have often felt like "a prisoner of the Lord." (Ephesians 4:1-4)

"I therefore, the prisoner of the Lord, beseech you that ye walk worthy of the vocation wherewith ye are called, 2With all lowliness and meekness, with longsuffering, forbearing one another in love: 3Endeavoring to keep the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. 4 There is one body, and one Spirit, even as ye are called in one hope of your calling:"

I wrote a poem in May of 2024 as I prepared and hoped for the Rapture in the Fall of 2024. The Rapture did not happen, and it is clear that God has His own timing no matter how well we can map things out. My poem holds humor as I explain my emotions. But there are marks that highlight our separateness to be ready. Apart from a fallen world. As follower of Christ, I run into lots of testing, endless trials and temptations. I know that I am in the world but not of the world. Sharing the gospel includes walking "worthy of our calling". All of us are to share the good news. There is a cost to follow Jesus, but He has promised great rewards now and in eternity. 

The Lord has different ways of changing us and at times it can feel like a prison. I believe these times are when God can meet up with us to do a deeper work to prepare for His coming and to help us grow into His image. Forgetting those things behind us, I press on to the high calling of Jesus Christ.(Philippians 3:14).

Here is my poem: 

Stash Away


God once again

Builds a stash and leaves

me like stolen cash.

I am held without bail.


I remain a prisoner until His return.

My calendar holds a kiss-X for each day that passes.

I am told to wait till Fall.

Two whole seasons away.

I wait for His wind to lift me.


God turns me in

Without notice.

His stolen cash

Is now his stash.

I am a valuable

Royal Diadem. (Isaiah 62:3)


I cannot escape

God's hiding place.

And so, I find myself

Among those like me--

Praying, pacing till the day.


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