A slave was I, to self and shame
A despot cruel, a shroud in chains
Do this, do that, and try I did
To please, I thought, from Whom I hid

I listened to a thousand lies
Painted knots so gently tied
Coils polished till they shone
Imitation fruit I’d sewn

Tried to cover up my dark
By closing eyes and mind and heart
Strain and strife and stress and fear
Petting falsehood, conscience seared

Freed, but tangling my hands
In subtle farce, for praise of man
Imagining that I could hold
An idol king to fill my soul

Self-inflicted binds and lashes
I had traded Christ for ashes.

Lip-service to the King I fought
Offerings to myself I brought
As if I thought “I’ll pay my dues
I’ll have my sin and Presence, too.”

But You, Defender of my heart,
Are faithful to the deepest part
Pursuing still Your faithless Bride
Unmasking what I tried to hide

With unveiled eyes again I read
Of Your proposal, earnest plea
Your love poured out, impassioned letter
Oh how I forgot that You are better!

More joy than pleasures I would seek
Able to fill my deepest need
Satisfaction so immense
Peace and Presence so intense

Glory now I see again
To know my Lover, Savior, Friend
Redeemer of this cheating mess
Deliverer- Oh yes, You are best!

Crown of beauty You bestow
Freedom for the bending low
A slave was I; You paid the price
Trading my ashes for my Christ.


“He [the one who is oriented around/obsessed with/addicted to anything other than God] feeds on ashes, a deluded heart misleads him; he cannot save himself, or say, ‘Is not this thing in my right hand a lie?'”  -Isaiah 44:20

“The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me [Jesus Christ],
    because the Lord has anointed me
    to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
    to proclaim freedom for the captives
    and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor
    and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
    and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
    instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness
    instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
    instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
    a planting of the Lord
    for the display of his splendor.”
-Isaiah 61:1-3


2 thoughts on “Freedom

  1. Reblogged this on weightofglory417 and commented:

    Just thinking about this again lately.

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