One heavy handcuff was on me,
It was hard to walk with it.
I thought to follow in many ways,
Wherever I walked, it was disturbing me.
It seemed that I was a slave.
But it was not usual slavery.
I was a slave of sin.
My life was corroded by many sins.
My soul seemed to be hurt.
I needed my freedom urgently.
I had to get out of this prison of malignity.
I lived every moment, lamenting.
And every day, there were new sufferings.
One day, my long-awaited freedom came to me
The Lord came to me with the key.
From my prison, He freed me.
For me, a new life started.
Of all wickedness, He rid me.
I live under the protection of the God of love.
That One who rid me of all evils.
With his strong arm, He rescued me.
I will adore only Him,
Because only his mercy could free me.
This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume I.
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