Liberated by the Light

So tired of intimidated,
I want to bathe in liberated.
And live in Christ, for I am free.
Free indeed.

 These devil’s lies wrapped around me,
They’re false. So wrong entirely.
Their choking hold
I’ve been so fooled.
Not anymore.

 I’m who my Jesus says I am,
Redemption’s plan.
From Great I Am.
For me, He died.
And lives again!

His glorious goodness I adore,
I’ll praise Him more and more and MORE!
His banner over me unfurled,
Worth more to Him than precious pearls,
I am His darling Lamb.

A table set so gorgeously
His word a feast, spread bountifully,
Enough for all, for you, for me..
To fill us up, To build our faith, to offer hope and peace and grace,
Because I love you, Child.

I wrap my arms around His truth.
Treasure indeed, I hug it close
My guide, my stay, my sweet repose,
Where I can rest and lean in close,
Protected from my evil foes.
His Word forever lives.

Salvation’s helmet on my head
Etched in my mind that I am His
And He is mine, as He has said!
Oh words sublime! Settle on me.
Ground me. Grace me. Cover me.
Show me I’m forever free.
And I  willwear a crown!

My faithful King! Oh glory sing!
His mercies fling! Let praises ring!
In arcing rainbows in the sky,
Arching up and Reaching High!
To Live with Him, oh! By and By!
To see His face, ah, when I die.
No more tears to EVER cry.
My spirit breathes a sweet, sweet sigh.

Of gratitude. Of grace! For me. I kneel in awe, so thankfully,
He reaches out so tenderly, With gentle smile He beckons me,
His hand outstretched and mine is too. His nail scarred palm, mine battleworn,
His clasp is firm and sure and warm.
And strong and true. It needs no words, it speaks to me,
It says I’m Yours and You are Mine my dear, dear child,
I won’t let go e’en calm or wild.

On mountain steep, In sunshine soft,
I grasp you in these very palms and even if you feel me not,
Just know! I’ll never let you go!! And you will reign with me!
I catch my breath. I gaze at Him adoringly, amazingly.
For He can see the things in me!!!
The times I fall, the times I fail,the times my spirit strongly quails,
the tears I shed upon my bed, the fears and anguishes inside, the temper too, the selfishness, the ugliness and sinfulness,
Yet all that black and bitterness, He’s covered up with bright, bright red,
His blood shed deep upon that tree, For me! For me!
And all is clean and bright and new, It’s true! It’s true! Such good, good news.
Not one of us will He refuse.
Who comes to Him with contrite heart, begging deliverance from the night and all the demons chasing us…

Pure, Pure White! A Brilliant shine. A blinding white.
A light Sublime.
It cast its glow on everything. A brilliant Bride.
Right by His side.
He leans in close, so I won’t miss,
These words of truth He has for me.
“THIS. THIS.” He says, “Is what I see! It’s how I created you to be,
Redeemed in Me.
Forever Free.
Go!
Live!
Alive!
And Loved by Me.“

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