we all begin life as prisoners;

most of us escape our mother’s womb

only to face our own limitations.


our enemy would hold us hostage;

his methods are devious, his bonds are strong.

will satan’s fate be our own awful end?


we choose  to wallow in self-made dungeons

of addiction, shame, fear or bitterness.

our hearts slowly grow cold; our minds dark.


but there is a savior who slays the beast

he opens our prison cell and calls us into light;

we are out on parole until our ultimate release.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jennifer@GDWJ
    Aug 18, 2012 @ 20:50:24

    Thank you for sharing your poetry, Lynn. So grateful that the Savior set this prisoner free!


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