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Oct 2018
My chains unknown to me.
Hindered my way.
Held by a force unknown.
I was too young to see.

As I aged, clanking I heard.
Foreign at first.
Yet familiar to me.
Great peril unknown.

Older I grew, links I've made.
Easy it was, without thought.
Seeing vaguely chains anew.
Searching for what I knew not.

Older still, wiser it seemed.
More links I dread!
I made these too!
Dragging me down!

I'll loose these chains!
Not knowing the Way.
Plodding along. As most do.
Seeing my doom all too well.

I'll make things right.
Try as I might,
No end in sight.
Save me oh God!

I HAVE MY CHILD!
IT'S DONE LONG AGO.
I HAVE THE KEY.
A GIFT OF LOVE FOR THEE.

HIS NAME IS JESUS.
HE IS MY SON.
WITH LOVE HE TOOK YOUR CURSE.
WITH LOVE PLEASE TAKE HIS GIFT.

With guilt and shame.
I see my wrong, my weakness.
I see Your Strength, Your Love.
I accept Your Gift from above.

The One, the Most High!
The Lamb, the Lion!
The Sacrifice, the Resurrection!
I shall not dread, my peril erased!

My Freedom Cometh! AMEN.

END
Written by Randall Hodges on Oct. 26, 2018.
I'm not perfect.
Written by
Randy  56/M/FL
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