Bondage Room

Years of agonizing self pitying oppression Wounds of deep dark lingering depression I sat in a dark cold room believing this was all that will be That there was no way I would ever be set free And in a great presence the Lord spoke to me Here I sat in great pain always holding the key Forgive trust in me and leave this place And I will wash your sins away without a trace And as I turned to look at those cold unloving walls The heavy chains attached around me in despair that calls I grew tired of looking out the glass at a beautiful place Where angels fly and nature dances with grace My past following me as a taunting ghost I fell in a lake of self pity like most Loathing this room I cried for a way out And in my screams the Lord said you don’t have to shout Move your feet and walk to the door Neglect your fears and worry no more With my aching hands I turned the key Holding what was always mine secretly Running towards his arms never to look back My past is no more in the room of all black Only he could set me free Living in bondage is death spiritually I could never thank him not even with eternity So in the time I am given I say thank you Lord For being my friend and conquering sword To beloved Jesus