Emancipated

Dire straits I am not in ,
Resounding remnants of my sin,
Should I now begin again?
the thoughts that hurt my head .

Something calling from inside ,
Can my resistance turn the tide
If I could let go all my pride
Is it better left unsaid?


I am alone;
in crowded rooms.
On the horizon;
Terror looms,
Though on the breeze,
Are sweet perfumes,
of delicately crafted blooms;
Who's builder hails from paradise.

They call Him Everlasting King
And of him all creation sings
for he to all men salvation brings
On soft and downy white dove wings
A gift above any price.


So why does contentment elude me?
why cannot finite eyes see ,
The glimmering shimmering gold;
That is ETERNITY?