She holds a firm grip on her agony.
The very thing that causes great anguish in her life.
The oppressed guilt, shame, and self-induced tragedy.
She holds on and holds it tight.
It deprives sleep.
It deprives joy.
It deprives life.
It slowly drowns her deep beneath.
But she won’t let go.
She won’t release.
As it binds her mind in ropes of fear;
And weakens her heart with doubts and drear.
A still small voice tugs at her heart.
Her best intentions are His priority.
A hand of compassion pulls her close.
Promising a life of rich quality.
He gently calls her by her name.
Calling her His very own.
Patiently waiting for her release.
For she is called to be free.
She falls under the weight of it all.
Weary of its heartache.
Weak from its torment.
Knees bent from its burden.
She exhales out “Release.”
He whispers back, “Free.”
My love is free.
Grace is free.
You are free.
You are now, released.