Finding Freedom
I am a misfit
No one understands my thoughts
How do I feel, I don’t know
I don’t know who I am or who I’m not
I want to be free
I want to break chains
I want to feel calm
and heal these heart pains
I leave home
to find my answers
and I meet all kinds of friends
…You all know how this ends…
I learn of evil. I learn of lies.
I get trapped, snared, stumble, and fall
My feet are swift, my ears are itchy
And now I think I know it all.
…My lack of knowledge will be my downfall…
I’ve found ways to open doors
Doors that my Father didn’t open up
Now I’m deceived and acting foolish
From things I ate, smoked, and drank in my cup
I am drowning. I need a savior.
I can’t see. I can’t feel and I can’t walk.
Thought I was free, but I’m in bondage.
Please take my hand I just need to talk…
Don’t hide your face when I begin to knock.
Rescue me and bring me back to the flock.
There is still time on my clock.
Written by Tracy Terry
Copyright 2021