Freedom Bringer — Poetry By Kevin White
If it weren’t for you, I’d drown in water that’s only ankle deep
Before I could ever build up enough strength to actually take the leap
Why do I choose skepticism and pride over a God who created all of this beauty
And who stands at my side?
I swear I could hear a horse with pale skin …
Lurking at my doorstep, begging to be let in
And it’s like I don’t even hesitate to answer the call
I get up from my seat, as you all look apalled
You say, ‘Don’t answer it Kev, you still have a choice …
‘You’ve got brothers and sisters here, you’ve a reason to rejoice.’
Oh don’t mind him, it’s just my old friend
You know, the one who promised me those feelings wouldn’t end.
-But a real warrior never quits-
And as time goes by, I see you’ve been there all along.
Oh why did I doubt you? Good God was I wrong.
But as I feed my failures their own meat and lie ready to accept my defeat,
There’s a voice that breaks through the silence
Saying, ‘Stand up warrior, there’s no need for this violence.’
-But I’m beaten-
-And I can’t stand up-
But God YOU stand up for me, and then you offer your hand
And I say, ‘Woe is me, I am ruined, for I am only a man!’
I am not worthy of your presence, your love or your help
Yet you’ve forgiven me and changed the cards I was dealt
No longer do I need these empty things to make me full
For I am fuller than I’ve ever been, and my heart rests in you
Speaking of hearts … How many have I broken?
I’ve piled on the burdens and begged that they remain unspoken
GOD RELEASE THESE CHAINS THAT ARE BINDING ME!
Why do I beg to be reshackled, when I know I’ve been set free?
‘Oh, but none of this is real. And it’s okay to look like them’
Lies are muttered in my ears, but I can’t let him win.
There’s a storm brewing and I’m part of that thunder,
I just can’t, any longer, let the enemy drag me under.
But it feels SO GOOD just to set you aside
Just for a moment, I’ll still be your bride
God, cast it out!
-By your power-
-By your Son’s mighty name-
Father, I beg and I plead, don’t put me to shame
I am so sick, and I am so tired of holding back the rain.
So I will stand in agreement with the kingdom of heaven
Ignoring all of the world’s claims about the myth of your name
Knowing they are only jealous of your glory and fame.
So use these hands to heal the sick,
To raise the dead—God please, do it quick
Because although I rely on only your power,
It’s like I expect to change the whole world within the hour.
And I know that the blind were born blind so that they may see,
And we were all born slaves so we could be set free.