Keys to Freedom

I am here
But,even I can't see
I know I am here
Where else could I be?

I long to be heard
But even when I scream
It seems as I didn't speak a word
this has to be some awful dream

Arms stretching out,
I yearn to be touched
reaching out to be loved
Yet, I fear that's asking to much

I am inside a self made prison
though there are no bars
I search for freedom
all I find is scars

Scars are like walls that surround me
Built with failure, pain and fears
The end I can not see
For I am blinded by the tears

These walls, these bars, these dividers
somehow I know I must break free
They have surrounded me for many years
I fear they will become my eternity

I can see life all around me
I know there is more
I hold the keys to my freedom
yet I can't seem to find the door

I Refuse to give up
I WILL NOT go down in this jail
I hold these keys to freedom
only because Jesus held the nails

No more blinders they are gone
No more cries, now restored, delivered and healed
I will rest in His Freedom
to these imprisoning thoughts I WILL NOT YEILD

This self made prison was only in my mind
the time gone is wasted never to be returned
this moment however is a gift
and this lesson has been learned.

Today I found my freedom
my very spirit is released
I will live my life with passion
Not bound until I am deceased

What are you waiting for?
Why are you still bound?
Call out to Jesus
In him the key to freedom will be found!