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Breaking Free: Empowered to Run
Freely
Wounded and broken, gasping for air,
we struggle to be free.
Filled with
pain and anxiety, lost in confusion, we
suffer.
Screaming in uncontrollable
anger, rage releases to offend
Mistreated, abused, and ignored, stuck
in denial, we carry on.
Drowning in
self-destruction, we languish without
hope.
In despair, blinded by
deception and injustice, we struggle.
Knowing no other way to move forward, we
give into apathy.
Disillusioned,
groping about in blindness, we struggle
to see.
Not knowing where to go or
what to do, we look for a ray of hope.
In the distance beyond hearing, a voice
is heard in the wind.
Reminded of
similar voices from the past, we strain
to hear.
With a glimmer of hope,
faith of a mustard seed, gives birth.
The voice becoming stronger, we strain
to hear more.
Drawing attention to
the festering wound, the voice motions.
Knowing the ugliness of the wound, fear
drowns the voice.
Not willing to
let go, the voice draws closer in
empathy.
Not willing to lose touch,
we give ear in desperation.
Responding to empathy given, we dare to
peel the scab.
With gentle
encouragement, the voice soothing, we
peel.
Overcoming a rush of fear,
confidence surges with hope.
Empowered with new confidence, faith
rises to break free.
Openly
acknowledging the wound’s ugliness,
healing begins.
With a surge of
faith, the voice enters, revealing
Himself.
Known as the Holy Spirit, He
comes to show the way.
Empowered to
break free from all that binds, we
submit.
Embracing promises for
healing and overcoming, we press.
Forgetting the past, with a clean slate,
we make straight paths.
With hands
lifted, we look to Him above, who sets
free.
Confidence and assurance
brewing, healing takes hold.
Hinderances gone, darkness dissipates,
no longer giving place.
Set free
to run with endurance, the heart fills
with vision and purpose.
Vision
filling, destiny opens before us,
filling with peace and joy.
The joy
of the Lord strengthening, past wounds
fade in significance.
Thankful for
the voice in the wind beckoning forward,
we give praise.
The prize before
us, we give ourselves freely to Him who
beckons.
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