I don’t want to be—
I don’t have to hold on—
To these grudges.
I no longer desire—
Somebody apart from—
So won’t You take these chains—
And break them?
And won’t You take these hands—
And lift them?
Give me freedom.
And teach me how to walk in the liberty
Which You have so freely given—
To me—a sinner—
From You—My Savior.
P.S. Today I will not make an excuse for taking so long to write, despite the fact that I hold much in my heart which I am capable of writing. In the fond words of Henry David Thoreau, a fellow soul writer with whom I am friends if “opposition” truly “is true friendship” (in regards to his transcendental beliefs):
“How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.”