Chains…by Sarah Norcross

Posted on October 13, 2008 by admin

I stared empty at thick twisted steel.
The weight was heavy on my wrists.
My heart was so numb‚ I could not feel.
My skin hung cut and bled.

You are my slave I heard it say‚
whispered so sweetly to my ear.
Child of sin‚ it is your day.
Can you feel shadow of death draw near?

I remembered a class room when I was small.
Storybook tales of man who could save.
Storybooks tales of how‚ he gave his life to all.
Stories that sang me to sleep.

’Till now‚ when I felt the hands around my throat…
breath was like knives stabbing again.
She’s ours‚ now I heard them rasp and gloat
I screamed to the story book man…

Prince charming‚ if you are…
If you choose to die for these chains‚
would you come from that land from afar
and rescue this broken slave?

Then they were gone and I was alone.
I could still hear them echo their song.
It’s melody was like a drifting moan.
I wept and I looked for my God.

Forgotten moment… I was free.
The chains laid beside me raw.
Opened my eyes‚ let me see
the shining temple of my God.

My offering‚ was all I knew to give.
In worship I bound myself to him.
For the storybook man does live.
He alone will I serve.