Freedom Bound Shackles that choked the bottom of my soul, Opened a whole that bruised the lamp of my life, Sending my being into dark deep strife. The image of beauty was not but a troll. Its promise of pleasure was a burning coal, It burned my hands, the pain was rife. It cut my joints with its sharp knife. To slaughter me was its real goal. That’s when I met you, my Lord, When you heard my cry, my plea. You broke my enemy’s knife with your sword! You picked me up and sat me on you knee, To heal me with your love and never leave you swore! Because of you, yesterday, I was freedom bound, Because of you, today, I am free! Saul Rodriguez
Posted on: Mon, 19 Aug 2013 19:32:28 +0000
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