Wounded and broken, gasping for air, we struggle to be free.
Filled with pain and anxiety, lost in confusion, we suffer.
Screaming in uncontrollable anger, rage releases to offend
Mistreated, abused, and ignored, stuck in denial, we carry on.
Drowning in self-destruction, we languish without hope.
In despair, blinded by deception and injustice, we struggle.
Knowing no other way to move forward, we give into apathy.
Disillusioned, groping about in blindness, we struggle to see.
Not knowing where to go or what to do, we look for a ray of hope.
In the distance beyond hearing, a voice is heard in the wind.
Reminded of similar voices from the past, we strain to hear.
With a glimmer of hope, faith of a mustard seed gives birth.
The voice becoming stronger, we strain to hear more.
Drawing attention to the festering wound, the voice motions.
Knowing the ugliness of the wound, fear drowns the voice.
Not willing to let go, the voice draws closer in empathy.
Not willing to lose touch, we give ear in desperation.
Responding to empathy given, we dare to peel the scab.
With gentle encouragement, the voice soothing, we peel.
Overcoming a rush of fear, confidence surges with hope.
Empowered with new confidence, faith rises to break free.
Openly acknowledging the wound’s ugliness, healing begins.
With a surge of faith, the voice enters, revealing Himself.
Known as the Holy Spirit, He comes to show the way.
Empowered to break free from all that binds, we submit.
Embracing promises for healing and overcoming, we press.
Forgetting the past, with a clean slate, we make straight paths.
With hands lifted, we look to Him above, who sets free.
Confidence and assurance brewing, healing takes hold.
Hindrances gone, darkness dissipates, no longer giving place.
Set free to run with endurance, the heart fills with vision and purpose.
Vision filling, destiny opens before us, filling with peace and joy.
The joy of the Lord strengthening, past wounds fade in significance.
Thankful for the voice in the wind beckoning forward, we give praise.
The prize before us, we give ourselves freely to Him who beckons.
This is an updated edition of a post originally published on Ken Birks
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