The bitter cloak of darkness, hiding me in the shadows, shrouded in my own enmity.
You speak softly to me; a question burns within me. A question which questions the prison bars I hold,the lies I am told, and the shackles that I see.
What is it to be free?
The sweet barrenness of white; untouched by the world. Unfathomed freedom; unhindered movement
My chains have been broken. My ties have been loosed. You have given me what I cannot buy. You have imparted what I cannot acquire.
I have received a name, but not just a name. This name is my identity, my invitation, my citizenship.
I am now acquainted with the confounding ecstasy of your peace and overwhelmed by the flaming embers in your eyes.
The image of your splendor grips me like mighty chains and wrestles my reluctant soul into submission.
Just when my spirit is liquefied by the fiery furnace of your love you begin to mold me.
Pressing day in, day out, time after time, hammer blow after hammer blow, I become something I once was not.
I become strong…in you.
It becomes clear to me that this life is not just a love story but a rescue mission.
You first liberate, next you form, and then you send.
Lord send me!