Faithfully you've taken me
From all I thought I loved.
You’ve handcuffed me on the floor.
I hear you speak above—
Something about obedience.
I tuned it out all day,
So what difference does it make here, now,
What you choose to say?
Sorry. I guess I’m sleepy.
Nonchalance--my defense--
Invites me to leave you behind,
Though there’s yet a sense
Of handcuffs, punishment, and you
As I drift off to dreams.
Ignoring you is easier
Than to admit defeat, it seems.
Wrestle with my heart again.
Defibrillated, chains
Unwind and break the heart of stone;
Flesh alone remains.
Read my rights, I’m standing,
Head pointed down in shame.
You smile and you offer
Not one word of blame.
Hmm. I wonder as my heart
Chooses now to hear,
That you would make it plain to me
How much I’ve hid from fear.
My sleepy heart awakens
Under probing from your gaze;
You promise me new sustenance
In all subsequent days.
Defeated, yet in victory,
I see you produce a key,
And at my nod, you use it,
And my handcuffs thus fall free.
postscript
Sometimes I need to be "arrested" before God is able to get me to listen to His will. I tune Him out when I don't want to hear it, despite that He promises me complete freedom when I do surrender.