The Mosaic of My Freedom

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James 4:3: "When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures"


I tunnel through a windy winding pass

Each footstep exudes and excludes me

It's a free-for-all free-fall

My entryway is locked from the inside, and I'm an outsider

I've been window shopping my life, never endeavoring to journey beyond my screen door


Psalm 119:105: "Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path"


Where is my salvation from my anhedonia?

Manic mayhem grand slams my thrills into hazards

Hallucinates my health

Bewilders my wishes into wildness

Displaces my saving grace

Wavers my neighbors until they're after me

Plucks my harpsichord veins into discord

The King of Babylon seeks to usurper Salvation's kingdom from me

The King of Kings is my guiding light

The Deceiver hammers to recruit me, but I am made in the image and likeness of the Deliverer


Matthew 7:7: "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you"


When my temper splintered the panes of my border and boundary

The portal stood like a citadel gates with avenues spiraling into the unknown

The inclination of my inhibitions as faltered by the haltering of the rubble left behind

Jehovah-Shalom, the Prince of Peace, your home is my sanctuary

I step through the crooked door, into the unhinged world, with my eyes on heavens, and not the ground

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