Sunday Respite: “Free Now”

I didn’t notice when the walls came up around me–

Too busy looking out the windows of my cell,

Shaking my head at the prodigal,

So proud of where I stood,

Thinking I deserved a madrigal

For a life of lifeless good.

I was not free yet.

I’d pushed my Lord aside.

The prison of my making,

I claimed that He assigned.

I could not see yet—

I had so much to hide—

My heart, my soul, and my mind,

All longed to be free.

I could not miss the walls now; they were everywhere.

I lived my life from deep behind the bars.

Angry—oh so angry—

That no one would give me

A happy end for my conformity.

Still I was not free.

No, still not free yet—

Jesus waited at the side—

Waiting to be the only One

I cried for when I cried.

I could not see yet

My tears could all be dried—

My heart, my soul, my mind—

Were a cry from being free.

In the darkness then I saw an apparition,

Of one Who’s face was bruised—Who’s hands were scarred.

He didn’t fit my text book definition;

The life of faith—why should it be so hard?

But Jesus handed me a key—the key to my despair—

He said, “My child! Unlock the door! I never left you there!”

And I am free now!

Walking by His side—

The prison of my making,

All but left behind.

I can see now

With nothing to hide—

My heart, my soul, my mind—

And I am free!

~Sarah Jinright

Used by permission

For more poetry by Sarah, click here.

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