Sitting for hours to be served in a public establishment.
My attention was drawn to the outside.....making his way
on the inside, a young man. He looked like a prince...he
was fine, so to speak. Yet as he walked past me, it was
evident that he was a prisoner ! There were no shackles
on his feet, nor were there handcuffs on his hands. No
Police Officer was escorting him, he was alone. In fact
he spoke to no one....did not want anyone around him. His
heart seemed broken and betrayed....he was being held
captive to the brokenness of his heart. Then as we crossed
paths...I looked away, not wanting to face what I was seeing.
Instantly came the reality.....I too was a prisoner, who
has been set free ! The pen reminded me of the poem
entitled, A New Perspective.
I was a prisoner of my own making
Chained in sin.
The chains that had me bound were
Fear and torment.
Generational curses held me close;
They were my bosom buddies,
Anger and unforgiveness kept out
The light o
To Inspire Hope And Healing By Margaret C Mullings