Prison of My Soul

In my dark Lonely, quiet solitary Prison of my mark Within my handmade bars, I am so weary Take me away, to a home so far Away, away, to where the sun shines clear Let me escape my home, so marred Heaven, so distant, yet near Unattainable, but tangible Just yonder, past the brick walls With air untouched by sin; breathable My father grins; my name he calls Oh, to run to those arms Strong and steady, please hold me close I beg, break me away from these arms That I might run to him who loves me most Oh but for these bars, I would go If I can just break through, now so desperate How to break these chains, I do not know And back I reel, withheld by the bitterness I kept "Just let go!" I can hear His lyrical voice beckon I want to lose myself in you; but who am I? To be wanted by my God, and the Father's son? Again the chains pull as hope turns to doubt So unworthy, but the key to my chains is the cross Yet how, if my life is, time and again, just fault? And so I remain in my own crafted cage, still so lost A tear in my eye, a drag in my step I curl up and cry, feeling worthless and inept But the king still draws near Ever closer as I bring my insecurity to the clear Hello, hello, my king and God Who am I hear, to seek you now? With all my past offenses so vastly broad, Who am I to be allowed? Impossible to be true Yet you tell me to draw close to you to come without fear, with all my pain, blood, sweat and tears You awaken me to the dream of a life without my hopeless screams You give me someone to love The perfect one who dwells above