February 24, 2006

My Journey to God

Freedom

Where art Thou? My heart searches.
Thy yoke is burdensome.
Why do I feel so shackled?
Is it my will that restrains me?

Help me to let go, I cry.
Do not forsake me, my God.
I come to you in my darkest hour,
Seeking love that you alone can give.

Why am I so attached to earthly things?
My heart says, “Let go.” My mind holds on.
What is it that binds me so?
Help me to escape this prisoner’s cage.

The pain of letting go hurts so.
The darkness encompasses me.
It is hard to see the love you offer.
Open my heart so light can enter.

Freedom means letting go, it’s true.
It is God’s love and mercy coming through.
As each wrongdoing is absolved,
My soul proclaims, “Jesus Christ is King!”

By Sandy Bierly

(Sandy Bierly is a member of Our Lady of Perpetual Help Parish in New Albany. Red roses left by a parishioner adorn a statue depicting the Sacred Heart of Jesus on Jan. 29 at the Church of the Annunciation in Rochester, N.Y.) †

 

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