The chains of my compulsion
cut into my skin.

I want to be free
but my chains hold me.

I pull, I strain,
I struggle like a dog
yanking at its chain,
a gerbil jumping high,
a caged bird gazing at the sky.

I fight, I tug,
I yank at my chains.
I fall down, exhausted at my efforts.

The chains, these chains!
My hope is gone!

These chains hold me,
bound in the darkness.
There is no hope.

I cry out,
but no one answers.
No one cares!

I have what I deserve.
I chose the chains,
who will set me free
from what I myself chose?!

I even hear the laughter
of my captor.
He mocks me
and reminds me
that I chose him.

Yet in the darkness,
the Lord gives me hope.
It makes no sense,
but he says there is hope.

He says I can have life . . .
He even says I can be free?
How can that be?

I start to trust in him.
I still feel the chains,
but I start to believe,
that He will set me free.

It makes no sense,
but God's will
makes
more
sense
than what I can see.

Belief beyond belief,
but yet it makes sense to my heart.
I begin to seek him out,
I begin
to call
on the Name.

Yet,
I still feel the chains.
How can this be?
I would give up,
but where else is there hope?
I won't give up.
I still will trust in Him.

Months passed.
Years went by.
The chains were still there.
Yet, God was also there.
I still sought Him,
but I was, about to, lose hope.

Then
God
Spoke.

The chains were broken
and I was set free!
Jesus is Lord!
His blood set me free!
Praise Him forever!
Amen and Amen!