Poetry

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Here we are
just you and me friend,
in the middle of this prison cell -
one brought on by others.
Somehow they've beat us
and somehow they've
put us in the middle of this
dark, moldy place.

Oh that we could praise
and worship so that
the chains would fall off.
The very foundations
of the the prisons of the
prince of this world
would come undone;
Not just for us,
but for all around us.

Still, there would be
some that would be
scared of the freedom.
And to console them
and show them that
there is another life
where prisons are
nothing but barred rooms.

Let our voice
and our heart beat
together to
bring down the walls.
In His power.
This very hour.

H. Stone (C) 2005

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