Set Me Free
Set Me Free
by Girard
The coarsest rope, the kind that tears the flesh,
Has me bound. Westle and writhe..twist and turn,
Release cannot be found.
Crying loudy I hear no answer to my plea.
Suddenly a soft whisper laid upon the ear:
"Would you wear a crown?"
Screaming in desperation: "Help me, set me free,
What good a crown to me?"
The voice replied: "The rope that holds you captive
Is one you have woven."
I screamed louder: "If indeed I am captive of my deeds,
Take pity, bound like this forever my soul will turn to dust!"
The voice replied: "Let us strike a bargain you and I,
Sin no longer! then you will be free."
Realizing this could be, I vowed and did agree.
"I set you free, the voice called out, remember who I am."
The rope was off and I was free.
When I look to Heaven I see a cross
And from it hangs the rope.
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