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"Bring my soul out of prison"

by Michael Brownlee © 2016

Examining life, from a better place at last
Looking into the mirror, mirror of the past
Choosing to submit, not knowing what was there
Did I know of a greater power? Did I even really care?
Running through my thoughts, searching but for what?
My soul imprisoned, will the doors all remain shut?
Plotting against me, the father of lies
Delighted in my sorrow, taking pleasure in my cries
Voices on the attack, keeping me in a hole
Heartache and agony inside, so I chose to numb my soul
Was blinded by darkness, was deceived; but how?
Was not capable to see then, what is so clear to see now
Was directed towards isolation, told I was all alone
Implying "you are your own master", "you can do it on your own"
Somewhere within, even certain it was a lie
Reaching down again, giving it another try
But my God is faithful, even when I am not
He was always there, me He never forgot
Walking through the darkness, a light starts to shine
With a voice calling out, son you are mine!
Softening a hardened heart, freeing an imprisoned soul
Erasing the shame the guilt, pulling me from the hole
By giving up control, proclaiming Jesus as Lord and Savior!
He took away those voices, negative thoughts and behavior
Bought by the blood of Christ, in full He paid my debt
Something to be grateful for, something to never forget
Lost and searching my whole life, not knowing what for
I now know Lord Jesus, He opens up the door
Through this door, lays a straight and narrow path
Salvation is mine! Trust in God; peace at last!
For He is "the way, the truth and the life"
In heaven with the Father, seated at the right
Wrapped in His robe of righteousness, embraced in perfect love
Unconditional love like this, truly comes from above
Out of prison came my soul, as miraculous as it can be
As His word states:
"And you shall know the truth,
And the truth shall make you free."

Scripture that led me to put pen to paper that night at 2am and written in only ten minutes; lead by the Holy Ghost

Psalm 142:7
Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

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