This Prison/Parole

This Prison

In the dead of the hot

summer night,

the breeze finally comes,

as the heat floats gently away

like the breath of a

slowly dying man,

his soul crying out to be free

from this prison

where it has been held

for so long,

never allowed to become

all that it was meant to be,

praying for survival

among the destruction

of these decaying

prison walls,

returning to a home

it has never known;

sleep comes hard

in this lonely land of pain,

as thoughts of words

already said echo through

the silence of the mind,

remembering places nearly forgotten

by this clever disguise

called life;

the still, small voice

softly calls out,

offering a refuge of

hope and light

amidst the cold and barren darkness

of this forgotten,

forsaken cell;

I wish I could walk out

of this prison,

discard it like old clothes,

free at last,

no restrictions,

no fear or rage,

only quiet, simple thought;

this prison which holds me

to the earth,

this prison that makes me

crave depravity,

this prison in which I was born,

this prison which has

grown with me,

but has never let me

grow.

Parole

Within the conquering depths

of this cold black cell,

You bring hope and life,

from the empty solitude

of this perpetual dungeon,

You fill me with your light,

trapped in the endless despair

of this eternal bondage,

You bring freedom and peace;

this prison,

holding me captive all my life,

no longer decides

who or what I shall be,

this depraved fortress of iniquity,

filled with unending suffering and pain

where so much has been lost,

no longer shackles me

in the binding chains

of anger and fear,

the master of eternal night,

whose darkness and lies

deceive the whole world,

no longer blinds my eyes;

freed from this prison

at a cost beyond compare,

paroled by Your sacrifice and love

through Your amazing mercy and grace;

PRAISE YOUR NAME FOREVER!!!

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