I held on to rebellion like a fool
And tore just like a prisoner at wind.
I bound my chains of punishment and rules
And yet could not admit me of my sins.
A cloud of guilt had settled and I ceased
To disregard the lies that came in waves.
I tunneled, blinking, scavenging for peace
And did not see the hands of Him who saves.
If, in a desperate moment I give out
And cease to strive in chains that cannot hold
And see how love has overcome my doubt
And learn to live in freedom as I'm told,
I'll know by grace that shame and fear don't win.
This could be the day my life begins again.
postscript
The same pattern of death, over and over. The same grace, over and over. O death, where is your victory? 1 Corinthians 15:55