Now Is The Time

"So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed."  (John 8:36)



This place that I found so comfortable
This place that I always had known
This place that had bars on the windows
I had mistakenly called my home

Trapped in the fog of familiar
Held by the cords of the past
Anchored in dark unforgiveness
The mirror revealed only masks

As I sat in my self-made prison
A neighbor showed up unannounced 
He entered through the wall of remembrance
And said "Today what was lost has been found."

He lifted me out of the seat of despair
He pushed over my table of doubt
He covered me in a blanket of mercy
Took my hand and said, "It's time to get out."

I followed him into the sunlight
Blinded by the light's pure rays
I followed him to a flowing stream
As I entered the filth washed away

The filth of things unspoken
The filth of my hiding and lies
The filth of my dark, dingy prison
I arose from the water tears filling my eyes

"Who are you?" I asked in wonder
"And what is this beautiful place?"
"I am your Creator," he said with a smile
"And this is the river of freedom and grace."

"You were not made to live in a prison, 
Forged by your striving and pain.  
You were made to live in a palace
My child, I have called you by name."

He bent on the shore of the river
He lifted a stone from the flow
He handed it to me; I trembled and read
my true name that no one else knows

"Now is the time of your freedom, 
Now is the time of your truth, 
What once held you bound as captive, 
I have severed, you are forever loosed."



Written by Anne Marie Hawke
The End Of December 2019

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