THE PRISON I'M LIVING IN

THE PRISON I’M LIVING IN

(Based on Ps. 25:15, Ps. 140:5, Ps. 141:9, Ps. 142:3, Prov. 3:26)

I cry to the Lord for mercy.

When troubles come, I complain.

Though my faith is tested and my spirit grows faint,

God is there, aware of my pain.

On the path I daily walk,

A snare is set for me.

Satan is not concerned for my life.

He will never just let me be.

It is You, Lord, who knows my way,

When my days are full of strife.

The times I am in bondage,

I seek You to restore my life.

You rescue me from my enemy,

Whether man, grief, sickness or sin.

You rescue me and set me free,

From the prison I’m living in.

Becky Wall

Note that the prison door is open. All the person has to do is walk through it, though that's often easier said than done.

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