26 Sep 2012 Leave a Comment
I dug up this poem and played around in Wordle.
i know why i hate the cage of my sin
i rattle around in it
bang against it
moan at the bars
that surround me.
i know why i hate the desolate cage of my sin
yearning to be free
of the dark
the walls closing in
that engulf me.
i hate it because I know what freedom tastes like
sweet on my soul like honey
wings spread not confined
vast openness pours out around me
as far as the east from the west my cage bars fly apart
for no sin can stand next to the mercy of a loving God.
i know what freedom feels like
rescued from night and shadows
my life is well and secure and blessed
because i called out to God and He heard my cry
He hears it all.