Freedom

I bathe in constant sorrow

contemplating my past

Believing their is a better tomorrow

wondering if this is going to last

In you all things are made new,

oh God yes I believe this is true,

but what am I to do.

You tell me to be strong

but these things I'm thinking

I won't be here long

God I think I'm breaking

I'm battling all these thoughts

These thoughts you fought as you

were chained and shackled

Ye of little faith why are you afraid

I hear you through the storm

To not be afraid is what I have prayed

But the devil has left me warm

I hear the whisper resist the devil and he will flee

Finally understanding the meaning of being free