Monday, March 3, 2014

The Prison Rent

Escaping from my cold despair
And sprinting free from prison walls
The grass awakens senses fresh
And distance blights the jailor's halls.

I run to nowhere for I find
I knew not earth nor life erstwhile.
I thought I did but only saw
The rage and pain which did defile

Perceptions then, not seeing light
But wretched mis'ry not unknown
To One who traveled here below
And now resides on heaven's throne.

No strength but His could set me free
And break the chains which bound my wrists.
He flung aside the iron door
And happiness for me insists.

And though unsteady on my feet
I walk to gain the strength of limb
Not knowing where my journey lies
But grateful always, loving Him. 

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