I don't know what you think, nor how you view life. Whether you see in pictures or whether you see in words. I don't know if I'm different or if we are alike. But some days God speaks to me in pictures, I don't have a way with words, but sometimes that's the only way to share the pictures. This is how I see it...
It's dark. It's quiet. All you hear is your breath.
It's loud and uneven, and weighs inside your chest.
You feel dirty and ashamed, you know these feelings well.
Your stuck where you'll always be; inside your prison cell.
You sink a little lower, under the weight of metal chains.
And look down at your broken body, smashed beneath your shame.
The weights are just to heavy, and the cuffs are just to tight.
You've tried to break free before, but you've long given up the fight.
Further down you fall, until your plastered to the ground.
Hope of breaking free tonight is nowhere to be found.
Dare you open up your eyes, to view the mess your in?
Lower ever lower you sink, suppressed beneath your sin.
Does anyone see you there, struggling to be free?
Does anyone care you're there, is this your destiny?
And then something grabs your eye, you see Him standing there.
He reaches down to stroke your face, with such gentle care.
This picture is just all wrong, you shudder at the thought,
There is no way such beauty, could touch something so gaunt.
Questions run through your mind at a sickening pace.
You are to filthy for Him, how could He touch your face?
The kindness in His eyes confuse everything you once knew.
He drops down to His knees and whispers, "Child, I love you."
You watch as He reaches over and grabs one of your chains.
With teary eyes He says, "You don't have to feel this pain.
Child, you don't have to struggle, My grace has made a way.
I never intended suffering, I am here to take it away."
Everything gets blurry, as your tears threaten to break.
The thought of gaining freedom is more than you can take.
A life without chains, of that you never knew.
You lay there and wait, as He breaks them off of you.
You slowly open your eyes, and peak at His outstretched hand.
You close them up real tight, as you slowly start to stand.
Disappointment floods your body as you realize the weights remain.
You bitterly choke out, "Why do I feel the same?"
You wait for Him to answer, and when He doesn't make a sound,
You stare at Him with disbelief, as He says,"Child, look around."
First you see your shoulders and the absence of your chains,
Then you notice scars instead where your sin was forever stained.
"Why do I feel so heavy?" You ask Him with confusion.
You both glance at your hands, you understand your disillusion.
Shame sweeps over you, as you see whats weighing you down,
The chains aren't on your body, nor are they on the ground.
"Let them go." He softly voices, as you cling onto the chain.
"But my irons have always been there, what will replace my pain?"
At that He slowly smiles, "Child, I'll always be around."
You jump into His arms, as your chains fall to the ground.
In His Arms,
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