I was locked in an iron cage, and I didn’t even know.

The dark did consume me; there were places I wouldn’t go.

My shoulders were heavy; the fear held me down

11872990_10206326506854377_2072023464_oThe walls held me in and I couldn’t even stand.

Yet you lifted my head, you gazed into my eyes.

Your love overflowed to me, and you silenced the lies.

You opened the way, you showed me the key,

That set my wings on fire and unlocked my destiny.

The door is now flung wide open, I’m free to dance, to sing and to run,

No longer looking back now, I’ll look toward the sun.

You unlocked something inside of me, something that needed to shine.

Now I’m free to fly higher, Up to the heavens I’ll climb.

For you have awakened my soul; you’ve cut through the fear with a knife.

Now I’m free to be me now, for you have given me life.

Poetry is a form of expression that predates literacy; historians suggest that poetry dates back to a time when tales of valour and honour were remembered only by those who used story telling to pass history down through the power of voice. There is something remarkable in poetry, the way that one uses simple words to describe that which is at the core of us all, the words that come directly from the heart. There is a beauty in the poets voice, a beauty in the sharing of our stories, ideas, inspiration through this form that is found in no other.Due to this, I thought it appropriate to have a format in this blog to express those things about the one we love the most, Jesus, and the missional life that we have all devoted ourselves to. -Abigail Hall

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