Sunday, January 30, 2005


I bring you triumph
Joy and Peace.
Your shackles will
fall to your feet.

Walk with Me
from prison.
Where your old nature
trapped you.

Let Me transform you.
Let Me refine.
Let Me purify you
giving you hope.

You’re an offering
fragrant to Me.
Give up your old self.
Become new creation.

Let Me come in
and set you free.
Walk in triumph
walking beside Me.
© Presbypoet, July 2, 2000
Do you want to be free?


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