This poem speaks of self made prisons and the escape. |
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! |