Wide open are the skies.
I rise;
leaving behind the small box
the world once tried to fit me in.
Released by Creator God,
I soar
high above the trees
and over all those things
that once bound my feet
to this hard ground,
enslaving me to this world.
Hollow philosophies;
empty world views,
no longer influence the success
of my heart,
hopes,
and dreams.
Nine to fives, they cannot hold me;
the endless grind of doing things
cannot contain me.
Rather I sit at Jesus’ feet
and find myself
whole, complete, at peace.
