Break Free

There is a prison that has no bars,

With neither a lock nor a security key.

Yet it keeps one bound in chains,

With an inner yearning to be set free.

There is a prison that has no walls,

With neither a roof ahead or a floor.

Yet it imprisons and enslaves you,

And keeps you banging on the door.

There is a prison that has no guards,

Where no slop for food is served.

Yet it feeds you full with shame,

And finds you guilty, as deserved.

There is a prison with no escape,

Of endless torment, pain and hurts.

Where strongholds find no refuge,

Despite persistent, trying efforts.

This prison is not built with brick,

For its cell is built in your mind.

It keeps you from living life free,

When you can’t leave the past behind.

It’s where addictions become your guard,

With fears that control your every move.

You are bound by its invisible chains,

That only deliverance can fully remove.

So break free from this cell that confines you,

Let go of every chain that keeps you bound.

Open the door of your mind to break free,

For its there where your freedom is found.

Hope is like a Rope

Hope is like a strong rope to hold on tight to,

With all your strength and might.

Something to hang on to

When you feel hopeless or blue,

Hope is the cure for a future that’s unsure.

Hope is like the scarlet chord,

That hung from a window and saw a prostitute restored.

Our Hope is in the blood-stained rope of Christ,

That bound Him to the cross that sufficed.

To save us from eternal death

Finished and done in His final breath.

Hope is like a rope, that pulls you out of every pit,

Rescuing you when you’re tempted to quit.

It swings you to the other side,

Safe and securely tied.

Hope is like a three chorded knotted rope,

That can never be severed or fray and helps you to cope.

It offers you a refuge, a shelter from life’s storms,

It transforms your fears into peace,

And makes your strivings cease.

Hope is like a life rope to hang onto very tight,

It holds you stable and makes everything alright.

When you reach the end of your rope, Jesus will see you through,

So hang hope from your life, so you can help pull others up too.

Hope is your rope, so hold on tight with a steady grip,

For it is God’s life-saving weapon of worship.

 

The Choice is Yours

 

You can choose to be mean or you can choose to be kind,
You can choose what thoughts will occupy your mind.
You can choose how you respond and how you will react,
You can choose to reply in haste, with little or no tact.
Or you can choose to remain calm and not be offended,
You can choose to accept that the hurt was not intended.
You can choose to be bitter or you can choose to forgive,
You can choose to be grateful and always appreciative.
You can choose to get angry or you can choose to have peace,
You can choose to be stressed or you can choose to release.
You can choose to give up or you can choose to have hope,
You can choose to how you’ll live and how you will cope.
You can choose to succeed or you can choose excuses,
You can choose to see the good in life’s little bruises.
You can choose what to believe, or you can choose to reject,
You can choose your future, by the dreams you project.
You can choose to be a blessing, or you can choose to curse,
You can choose to be still, even when things feel worse.
You can choose to be friendly, to encourage and complement,
Or you can choose to isolate, remain alone, to your own detriment.
You can choose to be happy, or you can choose to be sad,
You can choose to have joy, or you can choose to feel bad.
You can choose to feel sick, or you can act like you’re well,
You can choose to push through and not make other’s life hell.
You can choose to declare your healing, despite how you’re feeling.
Each day you wake up with many choices to choose,
There are good choices to choose, and bad ones to refuse.
Each moment of every day, you have many choices to make,
So be sure to choose well so you won’t make a mistake.

Comfort Food

There is a kind of magic in the indulgence of tasty morsels of good food,
That has the power to make you feel good and lift any dark, defeated mood.
Whether it’s a pie, mac & cheese or a satisfying beef stew, to name but a few,
It can bring pure comfort to your soul, when you’re feeling sad or blue.

 The recipe for grief is often found at the end of a bowl or a plate,
When anger at death or loss eats you up and fills you with hate.
There’s a crunchy, creamy, smooth, sweet or salty bite,
That can dissolve your grief and calm your inner warring fight.

But comfort eating, when done too often, can become a habit,
Leaving you with your favourite clothes that no longer will fit.
And the comfort that food brings you, won’t sustain you for long,
It only fills your stomach, but it cannot make your heart strong.

Instead of turning to food, there’s a better source of comfort,
That can remove your every hurt and pain, with very little effort.
He is your Heavenly Father, whose arms are calling, open wide,
He waits for you to come to Him, so He can heal you from inside.

For His comfort brings peace and joy that cannot be gotten from food,
His abounding love and faithfulness will make your heart feel good.
So lay down your knife, your fork and spoon, with all your heavy burdens,
And open up your heart, your mind and soul to be healed of all your demons.