God frees us from our imprisonment

We are
all
imprisoned.
Perhaps
not
behind bars
within
small cubicles,
waiting ...
for release,
freedom.

But yet,
imprisoned
nonetheless.
Trapped.
Bodies
laden with
unending pain,
cancerous sores,
reminders
of
former days
broiled in sin
caring not for any
one
other.
Straddled between
what we wish
and
what is,
fearful
of
what happens
when we say no
to either side
and
fall;
over and over
we tumble
into an
unknown,
ever widening
hole.

Who will
catch us,
who will
be
our
protector?

We cry out,
but who
will hear
our
screams
of terror
in the
night
and
in the day,
hours unending?

God
will.
Our
comforter.
Our
counselor.
Our
protector.
Our
pillow of restful sleep.
Our
everything
every
time.

God.

Our release
from
agony
...
we can be
set free
like
a butterfly
from
its
cocoon.

Set free
to be.

God will.
God can.
He is
My rock
My hope
My redeemer

I am His.

(c) February 17, 2012