There is a cage about me
an intricate web of deceit
I’ve woven
I’ve allowed to be woven
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There is a door
no lock
But I hold it tightly closed with clenched fists
as I hold tightly to those things that keep me from You
resentment, anger, control
pride, selfishness, fear
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I want to let go
Why can’t I let go?

Don’t I want to be free?
Don’t I want to stand tall?
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O God, teach me to love your freedom
more than I love the things I hold on to
that hold on to me

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by anna lenardson


What can harm thee, when all must first touch God, within whom thou hast enclosed thyself?   -R. Leighton