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