Free
Standing in chaos—losing the battle
Sensing destruction near at the door
I was living despondency—wondering every day
God, can I possibly take anymore?
I was the victim—self proclaimed martyr
Always remaining the person in need
Sometimes mistreated—often neglected
Brought to my knees, it was there I would plead
Wanting out desperately—hoping for something
To pull me away from the crumbling ledge
Reaching into the dark—seeking the answer
Knowing without it, I'd fall from the edge
I said, "Lord, can you help me—won’t you please save me?
I know that you're out there, just give me a sign"!
I needed to find the faith—grasp for it blindly
I had to believe that salvation was mine
Then, I heard the voice speaking—the Spirit was leading
Bringing me into a presence unknown
The Father's redemption—was taking a hold of me
And without fear, the faith in me has grown
Now I can feel His love—fully encompassing
I walk in the confidence he's granted me
Seeing my life ahead—knowing there is a plan
In Him I rejoice, for I'm finally free!
Written in July, 1999
Copyright © Donna Golden | Year Posted 2009
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