It is for Freedom...

It is for Freedom...

The mental scars I have born
The pussing wounds my heart adorned

The worn out mind from thoughts unwanted
Pneumonia that my lungs contracted.

The hurtful things that I've said,
The shameful things that I have done.

The lies, cheating, continuous eating.
Nightmarish media that I've been watching.

The eyes that took it all in -
The mouth that sent it out again.

The heart that dealt with it in-between...
Not to mention the seat of King.

It is all of these and more
That Christ had joyfully endured

On that Cross at Calvary
I can truly say -

...He set me free.