I need some help to say this right.
The proper words to speak my mind,
to bare my heart,
and show my scars,
for what they really are.
Though the Word may guide me, my mind will defy me.
To make sense of it all,
and put God in a box, and only open it when needed
I’ll keep it locked, with the key next to the one,
I made for these shackles,
I still wear them everyday chained to my past and every lie I told myself.
Eye for an eye, the whole world goes blind.
Life for a life, but I’m the spear that pierced Your side.
LIKEWISE
Held captive in a prison that I built from my own guilt.
My rib cage the cell doors, and my heart the death row inmate.
I can hear that jailbird sing,
«let love be the breeze that carries me,
and bring grace beneath my wings.»
But the key lies within me, to stand before You boldly.
This is the song the jailbirds sing.
«LET THE FREE BE FREE!»