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Why am I not free,
When Jesus gives freedom so freely?
Why am I so aching,
When he is so able to pour healing upon my wounds?
Why am I still in darkness,
When he is the life, the way and the light?
And, as a haunting howling comes the reply:
Cuz I am trapped in these chains and
I like and hate being here.
I shout loud for help but I can’t get rid of the shackles
that I wear as I like this sweet-bitter slavery.
How can I really want to accept the freedom
that Christ offers me?
And remain in his freedom,
And love it more than any pink-wrapped trap?
God, I need you to come and rescue me,
I can’t keep going on this way.
I am a hollow bleak walking body.
Please come, raise me from my grave.
10 august 2006
© Sabina Rosca
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