Slavery Of Sin (S.O.S) Poem by Jacque Hardison

Though I may be a free man,
My body is locked in shackles of guilt!
My rebellion caused me to ran,
From a foundation where my soul was built.

Whipped for my arrogance,
Beaten for my wickedness,
I show no sign of innocence.
My deeds are villainous.

Why, oh why do I love the dark?
No one can see the hardness of my heart.
My evil deeds left a grotesque mark.
The bond with loved ones are crumbling apart!

I shall make a confession.
Thine flesh and spirit are in slavery to sin.
The king of this earth sees it as a sensation,
However the King of Kings shows a disgusted grin.

If only I can break free
From the yoke of this slavery.
So that once again I can clearly see.
Along with a celebration that is praiseworthy.

Yes, someone has come!
He has arrived to break the shackles!
As I hear the beat of the drum,
I can see that the chains are no longer around my ankles!