Redeemed

I am impressed in debt
I cant seem to wring free
these bonds that tie me up,
are tightening its grip on me

my nakedness reveal my shame
my inner man is but a shadow in retreat
Each day brings forth neglect and compulsions
I cant seem to idle away a day in sublime peace

When will this torture end
when will my contenance shine
My faith is on a precipice
but I cant loose hope

I can ignore the world
ignore the reality of death
but I cant ignore the claims of a mad man
for he was either mad, bad or the son of God

No man has made such claims.
no man so bold
None died for a treacherous lie
none personified such foresight

I know my path is set
I know my resolve will be tested
but the captain of my ship
his sights are keen

He holds my hand
no condemnation, but grace
his promises are everlasting
and I await his return.

Written by: Prashant Thomas