Chained in darkness
No hint of light
Cold and empty
NO hope of flight
Impoverish soul
Guilt over my head
No way back
To where You live
As my heart
Bursts with despair
I hear a knock
And unaware
Slowly I crawl
Without a clue
That at the door
I would see You
Your eyes, they burn
A hole in me
No hatred found
No blow received
But instead love
Though undeserved
Is all You bring
Crazy and pure
You life my chin
And take my hand
With shaking knees
I slowly stand
In Your arms
I fall, collapse
All this time
You’re what I lacked
You softly whisper
“We’re going home”
But how? My chains
Are not undone
The price my lovers
Ask is high
Surely this is
Where I’ll die
“The price is paid
Because I died
The blood I gave
Was for your life
Now see your chains
Not touching you
Come with Me
And be made new
“Come be my wife
Faithful be
As I love you
Cherish Me
Go no longer
To lovers of old
With Me you’ll stay
My love you’ll know”
Now here I am
Finally clean
Surrounded by light
Completely free
Thankful, yes.
Deserving, no.
To my Love
All I owe
He entered in
My brothel dark
And gave His life
For my lustful heart
He brought me home
And made me new
My Faithful Love
My love is true.
(June 8,2011)
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