Joseph James Breunig 3rd (Bangor, Maine (USA))
<b><font color=#0000CC>Chained to Myself</font></b>
To Nature’s old self I cling,
although I should be a new creation
and enjoy the blessings that it brings.
I’m bound as a passive prisoner
wholly contained within my soul,
while personal chains constrict even tighter.
Jacob Marley would have been proud,
as I’ve forged my own binding links
that strangle the life force, which is continually cast down.
The freedom that I crave
won’t be obtained by my own strength,
for only the Cross’ power does truly save.
The might of the Living Word
with its reproducing, Dunamis power
enlightens my spirit with Truth that’s been heard.
As long as I continue to believe,
I’ll stand victorious (for the battle’s already won) ,
overcoming false doubts and having fears relieved.
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