In Love With The Lord

A Prayer for Anxious Bondage

My spirit is free at times. I feel like a winged goddess, then from the shadows sad feelings press upon my soul, my body captive, my heart making truth and beauty on her own. I with my map mount toward our destiny, with each weary step the ground grows steeper and slippery even to peril. In anxious bondage I push on, with unacceptable feelings of contempt. Is this my penance to yearn for you each day, you my every breath, so brave and good, and wise, your soul with but a glimpse of our heavenly days. Lay your strong hand on the wind and strive to take me away. You will prevail to further our desire and not in vain, with mind unbroken, I long for my beloved.