Deliverance
Within the confines of these walls, my Father. Mother speaks to me.
My faith is in my Father who says; surely I will be set free.
I shall not be given over to men of whom I am afraid.
My feet shall be loosed from net and snare,
that privately has been laid.
They try their best to keep me here until my crown turns gray.
Little do they know, the Lord has decreed, this place, I shall not stay.
They possess the keys, the locks they turn, and the gatekeepers all about.
They try their best to chain my spirit, but my God cannot be kept out.
I wait upon the blessings of my precious Lord,
Upon a holy ship of faith, I truly am aboard.
I am not righteous, nor am I holy, neither am I cleaver.
I shall keep my faith in my Father, in that I do the endeavor.
Copyright © Wayne Smith | Year Posted 2022
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