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Cage
(Poem)


This one is less poetic (less rhyming), as it was sort of in my head as a song.  (The second stanza being the chorus.)  But alas, I'm not musical, so this goes in the poem section.  11.29.2005

There I wake up, and feel the bars of ice
The sides of this cage, cold and razor sharp
Not a door to be found, no way to escape
Standing outside is the man who holds the keys

The man stands there without a care
Laughing to himself in the darkness
The light comes on, his face revealed
I leaned in to see that this man was me

I closed my eyes, and opened them again
But there I still stood, keeping me locked up
What does this mean, I couldn't understand
How could I be in here, yet still be this man?

The light from above
Made my eyes close
The words in my head
Opened the eyes of my heart
And I saw Him, standing there
Not the me I saw before, but the Son of God
Yes, I saw Him, standing there
The corpse of my past and flesh
Laid upon the floor
I believed in His grace and power
And the cage was there no more

The man stands there without a care
Laughing to himself in the darkness
The light comes on, his face revealed
I leaned in to see that this man was me

The man is gone, dead forever
I'm no longer a slave to myself
Now this slavery I had in me is gone
I'm now a slave to God, that's why I wrote this song