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Topic: light (05/24/04)

TITLE: Captive Spirit
By Tammy S. Eudy
05/29/04

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A spirit held captive,
a spirit no one could see.
I couldn't trust, I hurt so bad,
no one could get near me.

I raged against the bars,
no one could see my anguish
in the dark, no light.
No one could see my scars.

I would shake the bars,
rattle the chains for someone to hear,
my scream for the light,
doesn't anyone know that I am in here.

I want out, I want out,
I hear myself cry.
I have got to get to the light,
or soon I will die.

I would look through the bars,
trying to catch a glimpse outside.
The prison guard would shake the key,
you are not getting out, you are mine
was his reply.

Isn't there anyone I cried out,
that cares for me, that will help me see,
anyone with the power to set free.
Anyone who could remove these
chains from me.

Then came a visitor with a clue.
The prison guard glared,
but there was nothing the guard
could do.

Who are you, I ask with voice
full of fear,
who or what has brought you here.
You, called, I have come with power
to set you free.

His voice thundered with authority.
I have led captivity captive and gave
gifts to men, there were others
who have been where you are now.
When I am here the prison guard of
darkness surrenders with a bow.

Give me the key, I heard this man roar.
The key that would unlock this cell door
finally freedom was near.
Wait, why do you hand me the key,
can't you hear the rattle of chains
behind the dark cell door.

This key, he said will unlock the
shackles of you pain, but there's still
more, this same key will get you
beyond the cell door.

What kind of key is this, I have to know
this key is forgiveness and
from it healing and light does flow.
This key of forgiveness will allow you
to be free, for this is the price my
blood paid for you.

By way of the cross is the path out of
here, follow me, I have your hand.
I am near.

What kind of journey is this that we
take, a journey of healing through
your pain and abuse. A journey to freedom,
a journey to light and truth.

On your journey I will be close, not far
I will mend every wound, I will heal
every scar.
For on a hill long before you were born.
I carried your pain, shame and scorn.
From the cross I heard your cry in the
dark, I heard you mourn.
My light has set you free, free indeed.

A captive spirit, I am no more.
The chains are gone and no prison door.
I am free, nothing to hold me down.
Freed by the vitor dressed in love.
He wears a crowm, and dazzling light.

No more darkness for me, He is near.
Gone to pain and all my fear.
Love walks where fear use to be,
I am growing, I am free.

He said, "I am the light of the world,
he who cries out to me, will
longer be bound in darkness."


Member Comments
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Marie B. Corso05/31/04
A beautiful poem. Great message and well done.
L.M. Lee06/02/04
bravo! Excellent!~!!
Lynne Gaunt06/04/04
This is very good. The message it carries is outstanding! I think you should re-visit this poem and see if you could polish it a little. Its a real gem ready to dazzle! Well done!