Beautiful Prison


Beautiful Prison

By: Lisa Rene Delgado

The door is wide open, the latch and key lay fallen,  am I free?

A voice is calling me, “Come out, come out, you are free from your prison, come out, come out, and follow Me!”

I stand at the door, I am looking out, yet my feet are stuck as though they have been shackled and held, this invisible force, has a hold on me.

It’s strong, it’s stronger than me, like a root embedded in the ground for years and years, and has grown stronger than I.

My heart trembles with fear, the fear of the unknown. I know my prison well, I am familiar with the invisible bars, though they are bars of shame. I know them too well.

Though it may be dark; I walk through the mire; I have decorated everything nicely, and planted flowers to cover my shame.

Every nook and cranny has been covered; the shame, where I covered over my pain. I am familiar, with my prison, it’s beautiful here, I have made it my own, but even so, it is still a prison, and it holds me near.

The mud of my past, I wash, and wash, with soaps and creams, perfumes, oils and such, but the shadow of shame does not wash off from me.

I have made myself look pretty, with jewelry, scarves and such, I am decorated for all to see. But who is He who sees beneath, the One calling, a voice calling me, “Come out, come out, you are free from your prison, come out, come out, and follow Me!”

I stand at the door, I am looking out, yet my feet are stuck as though they have been shackled and held, this invisible force is holding me,

It’s strong, it’s stronger than me, like a root embedded in the ground for years and years, and has grown stronger than I.

I look beyond, and what do I see, the man whose calling, hanging on a tree,

“Come out, come out, you are free from your prison, come out, come out, and follow Me!”

The shackles have fallen, my feet are free, I run, I run, to the One who is calling, and fall to me knees.

I am here, I say, I deserve this punishment, why are You here?

I have taken your punishment; it is all on Me. The chains, shackles, and sin, are nailed on Me,

The burdens you carry are too heavy for you; lay them here and rest in Me.

To the One who took my shame; it’s power is broken; it has no hold on me. No more shackles or bars keeping me here,

“Come here, come here, I want you to see. This beautiful garden, that once was my prison, but now I am free.

Come see, come see, I want you to be free; the voice that is calling wants to set you free.

He is calling you now, “Come out, come out, for now you free, come out, come out, and follow Me!”

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2 Comments

  1. Sserwadda Samuel says:

    Amen

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  2. conniearnold says:

    Beautiful!

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