against the grain
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I touched my neck and I realized
I forgot how it felt to be bound locked in chains
even in my mind I stopped the pain
I'm not the same I made an exchange a heavy yoke for a prayer life
captivity for a life of freedom
I looked at my wrist and I realized
I forgot how it feels to be locked in chains
no longer constrained no longer confined no longer in pain
no longer am i
ashamed
I looked at my feet and I realized
those old shackles are gone
no longer do i mourn or am i torn
but am strong
rejoicing
in my trials, my tribulations
voicing
my victories no longer conquered for I conquer
let us touch and concur
I looked at my soul and I realized
that it's no longer tarnished instead adorned and garnished
I looked in my eyes and I realized
there's no longer emptiness
there's no longer an abyss
no longer can I feel deaths sweet kiss on the tip of my lips
no longer can I feel deaths gentle clutch no longer do I lust
...for death to take me
as a way of escaping
my mental hell
imprisonment in my mental jail
confinement behind that cold mental cell
because I listened and I listen to that small still voice that whispers all is well
because I can tell that all is well
as long as my God lives all is well!